I hate it so . And I 'm going to take a dose of Mexican Tea every two hours . It 's such dreadful tasting stuff -- but it 's a good blood purifier , so Aunt Janet ca n't object to it . '' The Story Girl carried out her self-imposed penance fully . All day she sat in the kitchen and worked buttonholes , subsisting on bread and water and Mexican Tea . Felicity did a mean thing . She went to work and made little raisin pies , right there in the kitchen before the Story Girl . The smell of raisin pies is something to tempt an anchorite ; and the Story Girl was exceedingly fond of them . Felicity ate two in her very presence , and then brought the rest out to us in the orchard . The Story Girl could see us through the window , carousing without stint on raisin pies and Uncle Edward 's cherries . But she worked on at her buttonholes . She would not look at the exciting serial in the new magazine Dan brought home from the post-office , neither would she open a letter from her father . Pat came over , but his most seductive purrs won no notice from his mistress , who refused herself the pleasure of even patting him . Aunt Janet could not go down the hill in the afternoon to find out how Sara was because company came to tea -- the Millwards from Markdale . Mr. Millward was a doctor , and Mrs. Millward was a B.A. Aunt Janet was very desirous that everything should be as nice as possible , and we were all sent to our rooms before tea to wash and dress up . The Story Girl slipped over home , and when she came back we gasped . She had combed her hair out straight , and braided it in a tight , kinky , pudgy braid ; and she wore an old dress of faded print , with holes in the elbows and ragged flounces , which was much too short for her . `` Sara Stanley , have you taken leave of your senses ? '' demanded Aunt Janet . `` What do you mean by putting on such a rig !
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