Winds blew up the field like wave upon wave of sweet savour -- spice of bracken and balsam . We were eating little jam `` turnovers , '' which Felicity had made for us . Felicity 's turnovers were perfection . I looked at her and wondered why it was not enough that she should be so pretty and capable of making such turnovers . If she were only more interesting ! Felicity had not a particle of the nameless charm and allurement which hung about every motion of the Story Girl , and made itself manifest in her lightest word and most careless glance . Ah well , one can not have every good gift ! 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 , XXXXX a tone which implied that what the Carlisle people thought was far more important .
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