Sara Ray was the only unhappy one among us . She could do nothing . She had no relatives in Carlisle except her mother , and her mother did not approve of the school library project , and would not give Sara a cent , or put her in any way of earning one . To Sara , this was humiliation indescribable . She felt herself an outcast and an alien to our busy little circle , where each member counted every day , with miserly delight , his slowly increasing hoard of small cash . `` I 'm just going to pray to God to send me some money , '' she announced desperately at last . `` I do n't believe that will do any good , '' said Dan . `` He gives lots of things , but he does n't give money , because people can earn that for themselves . '' `` I ca n't , '' said Sara , with passionate defiance . `` I think He ought to take that into account . '' `` Do n't worry , dear , '' said Cecily , who always poured balm . `` If you ca n't collect any money everybody will know it is n't your fault . '' `` I wo n't ever feel like reading a single book in the library if I ca n't give something to it , '' mourned Sara . Dan and the girls and I were sitting in a row on Aunt Olivia 's garden fence , watching Felix weed . Felix worked well , although he did not like weeding -- `` fat boys never do , '' Felicity informed him . Felix pretended not to hear her , but I knew he did , because his ears grew red . Felix 's face never blushed , but his ears always gave him away . As for Felicity , she did not say things like that out of malice prepense . It never occurred to her that Felix did not like to be called fat . `` I always feel so sorry for the poor weeds , '' said the Story Girl dreamily .
`` It must be very hard XXXXX be rooted up . ''
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