`` Oh , ca n't we open it right away this very night ? '' said Felicity eagerly . `` No , indeed ! '' Aunt Janet folded up the letter decidedly . `` That chest has been locked up for fifty years , and it 'll stand being locked up one more night . You children would n't sleep a wink to-night if we opened it now . You 'd go wild with excitement . '' `` I 'm sure I wo n't sleep anyhow , '' said Felicity . `` Well , at least you 'll open it the first thing in the morning , wo n't you , ma ? '' `` No , I 'll do nothing of the sort , '' was Aunt Janet 's pitiless decree . `` I want to get the work out of the way first -- and Roger and Olivia will want to be here , too . We 'll say ten o'clock to-morrow forenoon . '' `` That 's sixteen whole hours yet , '' sighed Felicity . `` I 'm going right over to tell the Story Girl , '' said Cecily . `` Wo n't she be excited ! '' We were all excited . We spent the evening speculating on the possible contents of the chest , and Cecily dreamed miserably that night that the moths had eaten everything in it . The morning dawned on a beautiful world . A very slight fall of snow had come in the night -- just enough to look like a filmy veil of lace flung over the dark evergreens , and the hard frozen ground . A new blossom time seemed to have revisited the orchard .
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