As it was , we were almost afraid to look up it , lest we should see the waiting , blue-clad Emily under Uncle Alec 's tree . But all we saw was Felicity , tearing over the green sward , her curls streaming behind her in a golden cloud . `` Felicity 's afraid she 's missed something , '' remarked the Story Girl in a tone of quiet amusement . `` Is your breakfast ready , Felicity , or have I time to tell the boys the Story of the Poet Who Was Kissed ? '' `` Breakfast is ready , but we ca n't have it till father is through attending to the sick cow , so you will likely have time , '' answered Felicity . Felix and I could n't keep our eyes off her . Crimson-cheeked , shining-eyed from her haste , her face was like a rose of youth . But when the Story Girl spoke , we forgot to look at Felicity . `` About ten years after Grandfather and Grandmother King were married , a young man came to visit them . He was a distant relative of grandmother 's and he was a Poet . He was just beginning to be famous . He was VERY famous afterward . He came into the orchard to write a poem , and he fell asleep with his head on a bench that used to be under grandfather 's tree . Then Great-Aunt Edith came into the orchard . She was not a Great-Aunt then , of course . She was only eighteen , with red lips and black , black hair and eyes . They say she was always full of mischief . She had been away and had just come home , and she did n't know about the Poet . But when she saw him , sleeping there , she thought he was a cousin they had been expecting from Scotland . And she tiptoed up -- so -- and bent over -- so -- and kissed his cheek .
Then he opened his big blue eyes and looked up XXXXX Edith 's face .
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