Her wild , subtle , nameless charm clothed her as with a garment . We always remembered the picture she made there ; and in later days when we read Tennyson 's poems at a college desk , we knew exactly how an oread , peering through the green leaves on some haunted knoll of many fountained Ida , must look . `` Felicity , '' said the Story Girl reproachfully , `` what have you been doing to Peter ? He 's up there sulking in the granary , and he wo n't come down , and he says it 's your fault . You must have hurt his feelings dreadfully . '' `` I do n't know about his feelings , '' said Felicity , with an angry toss of her shining head , `` but I guess I made his ears tingle all right . I boxed them both good and hard . '' `` Oh , Felicity ! What for ? '' `` Well , he tried to kiss me , that 's what for ! '' said Felicity , turning very red . `` As if I would let a hired boy kiss me ! I guess Master Peter wo n't try anything like that again in a hurry . '' The Story Girl came out of her shadows and sat down beside us on the grass . `` Well , in that case , '' she said gravely , `` I think you did right to slap his ears -- not because he is a hired boy , but because it would be impertinent in ANY boy . But talking of kissing makes me think of a story I found in Aunt Olivia 's scrapbook the other day . Would n't you like to hear it ? It is called , ` How Kissing Was Discovered . ' '' `` Was n't kissing always discovered ? '' asked Dan .
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