`` Felix 's prayer was all right , because it would n't have hurt any one else ; but it was selfish of Peter to want to be the only one . We must n't pray selfish prayers . '' `` Oh , I see through it now , '' said Cecily joyfully . `` Yes , but , '' said Dan triumphantly , `` if you believe God answers prayers about particular things , it was Peter 's prayer He answered . What do you make of that ? '' `` Oh ! '' the Story Girl shook her head impatiently . `` There 's no use trying to make such things out . We only get more mixed up all the time . Let 's leave it alone and I 'll tell you a story . Aunt Olivia had a letter today from a friend in Nova Scotia , who lives in Shubenacadie . When I said I thought it a funny name , she told me to go and look in her scrap book , and I would find a story about the origin of the name . And I did . Do n't you want to hear it ? '' Of course we did . We all sat down at the roots of the firs . Felix , having finally squared matters with his nose , turned around and listened also . He would not look at Cecily , but every one else had forgiven her . The Story Girl leaned that brown head of hers against the fir trunk behind her , and looked up at the apple-green sky through the dark boughs above us . She wore , I remember , a dress of warm crimson , and she had wound around her head a string of waxberries , that looked like a fillet of pearls .
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