For , just as the evening star was looking whitely through the rosy window of the west , Cecily came flying through the orchard , wringing her hands . `` Oh , come , come quick , '' she gasped . `` Dan 's eating the bad berries again -- he 's et a whole bunch of them -- he says he 'll show Felicity . I ca n't stop him . Come you and try . '' We rose in a body and rushed towards the house . In the yard we encountered Dan , emerging from the fir wood and champing the fatal berries with unrepentant relish . `` Dan King , do you want to commit suicide ? '' demanded the Story Girl . `` Look here , Dan , '' I expostulated . `` You should n't do this . Think how sick you were last night and all the trouble you made for everybody . Do n't eat any more , there 's a good chap . '' `` All right , '' said Dan . `` I 've et all I want . They taste fine . I do n't believe it was them made me sick . '' But now that his anger was over he looked a little frightened . Felicity was not there . We found her in the kitchen , lighting up the fire .
`` Bev , fill the kettle XXXXX water and put it on to heat , '' she said in a resigned tone .
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