Felicity tossed her golden head and shot an unsisterly glance at Dan . `` I would n't be very likely to have a hired boy for a beau , '' she observed . We saw that her anger was real , not affected . Evidently Peter was not an admirer of whom Felicity was proud . We were very hungry boys ; and when we had eaten all we could -- and oh , what suppers Aunt Janet always spread ! -- we discovered that we were very tired also -- too tired to go out and explore our ancestral domains , as we would have liked to do , despite the dark . We were quite willing to go to bed ; and presently we found ourselves tucked away upstairs in the very room , looking out eastward into the spruce grove , which father had once occupied . Dan shared it with us , sleeping in a bed of his own in the opposite corner . The sheets and pillow-slips were fragrant with lavender , and one of Grandmother King 's noted patchwork quilts was over us . The window was open and we heard the frogs singing down in the swamp of the brook meadow . We had heard frogs sing in Ontario , of course ; but certainly Prince Edward Island frogs were more tuneful and mellow . Or was it simply the glamour of old family traditions and tales which was over us , lending its magic to all sights and sounds around us ? This was home -- father 's home -- OUR home ! We had never lived long enough in any one house to develop a feeling of affection for it ; but here , under the roof-tree built by Great-Grandfather King ninety years ago , that feeling swept into our boyish hearts and souls like a flood of living sweetness and tenderness . `` Just think , those are the very frogs father listened to when he was a little boy , '' whispered Felix . `` They can hardly be the SAME frogs , '' I objected doubtfully , not feeling very certain about the possible longevity of frogs . `` It 's twenty years since father left home . '' `` Well , they 're the descendants of the frogs he heard , '' said Felix , `` and they 're singing in the same swamp . That 's near enough . '' Our door was open and in their room across the narrow hall the girls were preparing for bed , and talking rather more loudly than they might have done had they realized how far their sweet , shrill voices carried .
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