Cecily and Felix were the only ones who could distinguish the double star in the handle of the Big Dipper , and greatly did they plume themselves thereon . The Story Girl told us the myths and legends woven around these immemorial clusters , her very voice taking on a clear , remote , starry sound as she talked of them . When she ceased , we came back to earth , feeling as if we had been millions of miles away in the blue ether , and that all our old familiar surroundings were momentarily forgotten and strange . That night when he pointed out the stars to us from the Pulpit Stone was the last time for several weeks that Peter shared our toil and pastime . The next day he complained of headache and sore throat , and seemed to prefer lying on Aunt Olivia 's kitchen sofa to doing any work . As it was not in Peter to be a malingerer he was left in peace , while we picked apples . Felix alone , must unjustly and spitefully , declared that Peter was simply shirking . `` He 's just lazy , that 's what 's the matter with him , '' he said . `` Why do n't you talk sense , if you must talk ? '' said Felicity . `` There 's no sense in calling Peter lazy . You might as well say I had black hair . Of course , Peter , being a Craig , has his faults , but he 's a smart boy . His father was lazy but his mother has n't a lazy bone in her body , and Peter takes after her . '' `` Uncle Roger says Peter 's father was n't exactly lazy , '' said the Story Girl . `` The trouble was , there were so many other things he liked better than work . '' `` I wonder if he 'll ever come back to his family , '' said Cecily . `` Just think how dreadful it would be if OUR father had left us like that ! '' `` Our father is a King , '' said Felicity loftily , `` and Peter 's father was only a Craig . A member of our family COULD N'T behave like that . ''
`` They say there must be a black sheep XXXXX every family , '' said the Story Girl .
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