"Gee-whiz, but
that scared me out of a year's growth."
"Do you remember the time we took the magic seed," grinned Peter.
"Weren't we silly?" said Felicity. "I really can never look Billy
Robinson in the face when I meet him. I'm always sure he's
laughing at me in his sleeve."
"It's Billy Robinson who ought to be ashamed when he meets you or
any of us," commented Cecily severely. "I'd rather be cheated
than cheat other people."
"Do you mind the time we bought God's picture?" asked Peter.
"I wonder if it's where we buried it yet," speculated Felix.
"I put a stone over it, just as we did over Pat," said Cecily.
"I wish I could forget what God looks like," sighed Sara Ray. "I
can't forget it--and I can't forget what the bad place is like
either, ever since Peter preached that sermon on it."
"When you get to be a real minister you'll have to preach that
sermon over again, Peter," grinned Dan.
"My Aunt Jane used to say that people needed a sermon on that
place once in a while," retorted Peter seriously.
"Do you mind the night I et the cucumbers and milk to make me dream?"
said Cecily.
And therewith we hunted out our old dream books to read them
again, and, forgetful of coming partings, laughed over them till
the old orchard echoed to our mirth.
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