`` Now , if Uncle Roger has swallowed any needles , maybe it would make it all right if he swallowed a pincushion . '' We all laughed . But Felicity soon grew sober . `` It seems awful to think of eating a sawdust pudding . How on earth did you make such a mistake ? '' `` It looked just like cornmeal , '' said the Story Girl , going from white to red in her shame . `` Well , I 'm going to give up trying to cook , and stick to things I can do . And if ever one of you mentions sawdust pudding to me I 'll never tell you another story as long as I live . '' The threat was effectual . Never did we mention that unholy pudding . But the Story Girl could not so impose silence on the grown-ups , especially Uncle Roger . He tormented her for the rest of the summer . Never a breakfast did he sit down to , without gravely inquiring if they were sure there was no sawdust in the porridge . Not a tweak of rheumatism did he feel but he vowed it was due to a needle , travelling about his body . And Aunt Olivia was warned to label all the pincushions in the house . `` Contents , sawdust ; not intended for puddings . '' CHAPTER XVIII . HOW KISSING WAS DISCOVERED An August evening , calm , golden , dewless , can be very lovely . At sunset , Felicity , Cecily , and Sara Ray , Dan , Felix , and I were in the orchard , sitting on the cool grasses at the base of the Pulpit Stone . In the west was a field of crocus sky over which pale cloud blossoms were scattered .
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