`` How 's a fellow to know ? Tommy and Adam Cowan , over at Markdale , are twins ; and they 're both cross-eyed . So I s ` posed that was what being twins meant . It 's all very fine for you fellows to laugh . I never went to school half as much as you did ; and you was brought up in Toronto , too . If you 'd worked out ever since you was seven , and just got to school in the winter , there 'd be lots of things you would n't know , either . '' `` Never mind , Peter , '' said Cecily . `` You know lots of things they do n't . '' But Peter was not to be conciliated , and took himself off in high dudgeon . To be laughed at before Felicity -- to be laughed at BY Felicity -- was something he could not endure . Let Cecily and the Story Girl cackle all they wanted to , and let those stuck-up Toronto boys grin like chessy-cats ; but when Felicity laughed at him the iron entered into Peter 's soul . If the Story Girl laughed at Peter the mills of the gods ground out his revenge for him in mid-afternoon . Felicity , having used up all the available cooking materials in the house , had to stop perforce ; and she now determined to stuff two new pincushions she had been making for her room . We heard her rummaging in the pantry as we sat on the cool , spruce-shadowed cellar door outside , where Uncle Roger was showing us how to make elderberry pop-guns . Presently she came out , frowning . `` Cecily , do you know where mother put the sawdust she emptied out of that old beaded pincushion of Grandmother King 's , after she had sifted the needles out of it ? I thought it was in the tin box . '' `` So it is , '' said Cecily . `` It is n't . There is n't a speck of sawdust in that box . ''
The Story Girl 's face wore a quite indescribable expression , compound XXXXX horror and shame .
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