"Won't that be splendid!"
"I suppose I'll like it after a while," said the Story Girl
slowly, "but I know I'll be dreadfully homesick at first. Of
course, it will be lovely to be with father, but oh, I'll miss the
rest of you so much!"
"Just think how WE'LL miss YOU," sighed Cecily. "It will be so
lonesome here this winter, with you and Peter both gone. Oh,
dear, I do wish things didn't have to change."
Felicity said nothing. She kept looking down at the grass on
which she sat, absently pulling at the slender blades. Presently
we saw two big tears roll down over her cheeks. The Story Girl
looked surprised.
"Are you crying because I'm going away, Felicity?" she asked.
"Of course I am," answered Felicity, with a big sob. "Do you
think I've no f-f-eeling?"
"I didn't think you'd care much," said the Story Girl frankly.
"You've never seemed to like me very much."
"I d-don't wear my h-heart on my sleeve," said poor Felicity, with
an attempt at dignity. "I think you m-might stay. Your father
would let you s-stay if you c-coaxed him."
"Well, you see I'd have to go some time," sighed the Story Girl,
"and the longer it was put off the harder it would be. But I do
feel dreadfully about it. I can't even take poor Paddy.
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