`` Perhaps that 's WHY he 's mean and cross , '' said Felix . `` I tell you it is n't always the man 's fault , '' said Dan darkly . `` When I get married I 'll be good to my wife , but I mean to be boss . When I open my mouth my word will be law . '' `` If your word is as big as your mouth I guess it will be , '' said Felicity cruelly . `` I pity the man who gets you , Felicity King , that 's all '' retorted Dan . `` Now , do n't fight , '' implored Cecily . `` Who 's fighting ? '' demanded Dan . `` Felicity thinks she can say anything she likes to me , but I 'll show her different . '' Probably , in spite of Cecily 's efforts , a bitter spat would have resulted between Dan and Felicity , had not a diversion been effected at that moment by the Story Girl , who came slowly down Uncle Stephen 's Walk . `` Just look how the Story Girl has got herself up ! '' said Felicity . `` Why , she 's no more than decent ! '' The Story Girl was barefooted and barearmed , having rolled the sleeves of her pink gingham up to her shoulders . Around her waist was twisted a girdle of the blood-red roses that bloomed in Aunt Olivia 's garden ; on her sleek curls she wore a chaplet of them ; and her hands were full of them . She paused under the outmost tree , in a golden-green gloom , and laughed at us over a big branch . Her wild , subtle , nameless charm clothed her as with a garment . We always remembered the picture she made there ; and in later days when we read Tennyson 's poems at a college desk , we knew exactly how an oread , peering through the green leaves on some haunted knoll of many fountained Ida , must look . `` Felicity , '' said the Story Girl reproachfully , `` what have you been doing to Peter ?
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