`` Everybody does , '' said the Story Girl coolly . `` I 'm glad you like the way I talk . But I want you to like ME , too -- AS WELL as you like Felicity and Cecily . Not BETTER . I wanted that once but I 've got over it . I found out in Sunday School , the day the minister taught our class , that it was selfish . But I want you to like me AS WELL . '' `` Well , I will , for one , '' said Felix emphatically . I think he was remembering that Felicity had called him fat . Cecily now joined us . It appeared that it was Felicity 's morning to help prepare breakfast , therefore she could not come . We all went to Uncle Stephen 's Walk . This was a double row of apple trees , running down the western side of the orchard . Uncle Stephen was the first born of Abraham and Elizabeth King . He had none of grandfather 's abiding love for woods and meadows and the kindly ways of the warm red earth . Grandmother King had been a Ward , and in Uncle Stephen the blood of the seafaring race claimed its own . To sea he must go , despite the pleadings and tears of a reluctant mother ; and it was from the sea he came to set out his avenue in the orchard with trees brought from a foreign land . Then he sailed away again -- and the ship was never heard of more . The gray first came in grandmother 's brown hair in those months of waiting . The , for the first time , the orchard heard the sound of weeping and was consecrated by a sorrow .
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