The Story Girl had no dimples at her slim , brown wrists . We all enjoyed our turnovers except Sara Ray . She ate hers but she knew she should not have done so . Her mother did not approve of snacks between meals , or of jam turnovers at any time . Once , when Sara was in a brown study , I asked her what she was thinking of . `` I 'm trying to think of something ma has n't forbid , '' she answered with a sigh . We were all glad to hear that Peter was going to church , except Felicity . She was full of gloomy forebodings and warnings . `` I 'm surprised at you , Felicity King , '' said Cecily severely . `` You ought to be glad that poor boy is going to get started in the right way . '' `` There 's a great big patch on his best pair of trousers , '' protested Felicity . `` Well , that 's better than a hole , '' said the Story Girl , addressing herself daintily to her turnover . `` God wo n't notice the patch . '' `` No , but the Carlisle people will , '' retorted Felicity , in a tone which implied that what the Carlisle people thought was far more important . `` And I do n't believe that Peter has got a decent stocking to his name . What will you feel like if he goes to church with the skin of his legs showing through the holes , Miss Story Girl ? '' `` I 'm not a bit afraid , '' said the Story Girl staunchly . `` Peter knows better than that . '' `` Well , all I hope is that he 'll wash behind his ears , '' said Felicity resignedly . `` How is Pat to-day ? ''
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