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 to be rooted up . '' `` They should n't grow in the wrong place , '' said Felicity mercilessly . `` When weeds go to heaven I suppose they will be flowers , '' continued the Story Girl . `` You do think such queer things , '' said Felicity . `` A rich man in Toronto has a floral clock in his garden , '' I said . `` It looks just like the face of a clock , and there are flowers in it that open at every hour , so that you can always tell the time . '' `` Oh , I wish we had one here , '' exclaimed Cecily . `` What would be the use of it ? '' asked the Story Girl a little disdainfully . `` Nobody ever wants to know the time in a garden . '' I slipped away at this point , suddenly remembering that it was time to take a dose of magic seed . I had bought it from Billy Robinson three days before in school . Billy had assured me that it would make me grow fast .
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