I think it is bound up with the fortunes of the King family , like the Luck of Edenhall in Longfellow 's poem . It is the last cup of Grandmother King 's second best set . Her best set is still complete . Aunt Olivia has it . You must get her to show it to you . It 's so pretty , with red berries all over it , and the funniest little pot-bellied cream jug . Aunt Olivia never uses it except on a family anniversary . '' We took a drink from the blue cup and then went to find our birthday trees . We were rather disappointed to find them quite large , sturdy ones . It seemed to us that they should still be in the sapling stage corresponding to our boyhood . `` Your apples are lovely to eat , '' the Story Girl said to me , `` but Felix 's are only good for pies . Those two big trees behind them are the twins ' trees -- my mother and Uncle Felix , you know . The apples are so dead sweet that nobody but us children and the French boys can eat them . And that tall , slender tree over there , with the branches all growing straight up , is a seedling that came up of itself , and NOBODY can eat its apples , they are so sour and bitter . Even the pigs wo n't eat them . Aunt Janet tried to make pies of them once , because she said she hated to see them going to waste . But she never tried again . She said it was better to waste apples alone than apples and sugar too . And then she tried giving them away to the French hired men , but they would n't even carry them home . '' The Story Girl 's words fell on the morning air like pearls and diamonds .
Even her prepositions and conjunctions had untold charm , hinting at mystery and laughter and magic bound up XXXXX everything she mentioned .
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