That 's what happens to people who die in their sleep . '' `` How do you know ? '' asked Dan skeptically . `` Nobody who died in his sleep could ever tell it . '' `` My Aunt Jane told me so , '' said Peter . `` I suppose that settles it , '' said Felicity disagreeably . `` You always say something nasty when I mention my Aunt Jane , '' said Peter reproachfully . `` What did I say that was nasty ? '' cried Felicity . `` I did n't say a single thing . '' `` Well , it sounded nasty , '' said Peter , who knew that it is the tone that makes the music . `` What did your Aunt Jane look like ? '' asked Cecily sympathetically . `` Was she pretty ? '' `` No , '' conceded Peter reluctantly , `` she was n't pretty -- but she looked like the woman in that picture the Story Girl 's father sent her last week -- the one with the shiny ring round her head and the baby in her lap . I 've seen Aunt Jane look at me just like that woman looks at her baby . Ma never looks so . Poor ma is too busy washing . I wish I could dream of my Aunt Jane . I never do . '' ''
` Dream of the dead , you 'll hear XXXXX the living , ' '' quoted Felix oracularly .
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