I 'd just keep thinking , ` What is the use ? Perhaps it 'll all be burned up to-morrow . ' '' So I stayed with the girls , and a miserable afternoon we had of it . The Story Girl again and again declared that she `` did n't believe it , '' but when we asked her to tell a story , she evaded it with a flimsy excuse . Cecily pestered at Aunt Janet 's life out , asking repeatedly , `` Ma , will you be washing Monday ? '' `` Ma , will you be going to prayer meeting Tuesday night ? '' `` Ma , will you be preserving raspberries next week ? '' and various similar questions . It was a huge comfort to her that Aunt Janet always said , `` Yes , '' or `` Of course , '' as if there could be no question about it . Sara Ray cried until I wondered how one small head could contain all the tears she shed . But I do not believe she was half as much frightened as disappointed that she had no white dress . In mid-afternoon Cecily came downstairs with her forget-me-not jug in her hand -- a dainty bit of china , wreathed with dark blue forget-me-nots , which Cecily prized highly , and in which she always kept her toothbrush . `` Sara , I am going to give you this jug , '' she said solemnly . Now , Sara had always coveted this particular jug . She stopped crying long enough to clutch it delightedly . `` Oh , Cecily , thank you . But are you sure you wo n't want it back if to-morrow is n't the Judgment Day ? '' `` No , it 's yours for good , '' said Cecily , with the high , remote air of one to whom forget-me-not jugs and all such pomps and vanities of the world were as a tale that is told . `` Are you going to give any one your cherry vase ? '' asked Felicity , trying to speak indifferently .
Felicity had never admired the forget-me-not jug , but she had always hankered after the cherry vase -- an affair XXXXX white glass , with a cluster of red glass cherries and golden-green glass leaves on its side , which Aunt Olivia had given Cecily one Christmas .
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