` Nay , ' He said , ` whatsoever in my universe true love hath builded not even the Almighty can destroy . The bridge must stand forever . ' `` And , '' concluded the Story Girl , her face upturned to the sky and her big eyes filled with starlight , `` it stands still . That bridge is the Milky Way . '' `` What a lovely story , '' sighed Sara Ray , who had been wooed to a temporary forgetfulness of her woes by its charm . The rest of us came back to earth , feeling that we had been wandering among the hosts of heaven . We were not old enough to appreciate fully the wonderful meaning of the legend ; but we felt its beauty and its appeal . To us forevermore the Milky Way would be , not Peter 's overwhelming garland of suns , but the lucent bridge , love-created , on which the banished archangels crossed from star to star . We had to go up Sara Ray 's lane with her to her very door , for she was afraid Peg Bowen would catch her if she went alone . Then the Story Girl and I walked up the hill together . Peter and Felicity lagged behind . Cecily and Dan and Felix were walking before us , hand in hand , singing a hymn . Cecily had a very sweet voice , and I listened in delight . But the Story Girl sighed . `` What if Sara does take the measles ? '' she asked miserably . `` Everyone has to have the measles sometime , '' I said comfortingly , `` and the younger you are the better . '' CHAPTER XI . THE STORY GIRL DOES PENANCE Ten days later , Aunt Olivia and Uncle Roger went to town one evening , to remain over night , and the next day . Peter and the Story Girl were to stay at Uncle Alec 's during their absence .
We were in the orchard at sunset , listening XXXXX the story of King Cophetua and the beggar maid -- all of us , except Peter , who was hoeing turnips , and Felicity , who had gone down the hill on an errand to Mrs. Ray .
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