This truly Aunt Janetian remark broke the spell . The grown-ups laughed , rather shakily , and the Story Girl -- our own dear Story Girl once more , and no Serpent Woman -- said protestingly , `` Well , Uncle Roger asked me to tell it . I do n't like telling such stories either . They make me feel dreadful . Do you know , for just a little while , I felt exactly like a snake . '' `` You looked like one , '' said Uncle Roger . `` How on earth do you do it ? '' `` I ca n't explain how I do it , '' said the Story Girl perplexedly . `` It just does itself . '' Genius can never explain how it does it . It would not be genius if it could . And the Story Girl had genius . As we left the orchard I walked along behind Uncle Roger and Aunt Olivia . `` That was an uncanny exhibition for a girl of fourteen , you know , Roger , '' said Aunt Olivia musingly . `` What is in store for that child ? '' `` Fame , '' said Uncle Roger . `` If she ever has a chance , that is , and I suppose her father will see to that . At least , I hope he will . You and I , Olivia , never had our chance . I hope Sara will have hers . ''
This was my first inkling XXXXX what I was to understand more fully in later years .
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