Cecily took charge of things . Felicity might charm the palate , and the Story Girl bind captive the soul ; but when pain and sickness wrung the brow it was Cecily who was the ministering angel . She made the writhing Dan go to bed . She made him swallow every available antidote which was recommended in `` the doctor 's book ; '' and she applied hot cloths to him until her faithful little hands were half scalded off . There was no doubt Dan was suffering intense pain . He moaned and writhed , and cried for his mother . `` Oh , is n't it dreadful ! '' said Felicity , wringing her hands as she walked the kitchen floor . `` Oh , why does n't the doctor come ? I TOLD Dan the bad berries were poison . But surely they ca n't kill people ALTOGETHER . '' `` Pa 's cousin died of eating something forty years ago , '' sobbed Sara Ray . `` Hold your tongue , '' said Peter in a fierce whisper . `` You oughter have more sense than to say such things to the girls . They do n't want to be any worse scared than they are . '' `` But Pa 's cousin DID die , '' reiterated Sara . `` My Aunt Jane used to rub whisky on for a pain , '' suggested Peter . `` We have n't any whisky , '' said Felicity disapprovingly . `` This is a temperance house . '' `` But rubbing whisky on the OUTSIDE is n't any harm , '' argued Peter .
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