They say she was always full of mischief . She had been away and had just come home , and she did n't know about the Poet . But when she saw him , sleeping there , she thought he was a cousin they had been expecting from Scotland . And she tiptoed up -- so -- and bent over -- so -- and kissed his cheek . Then he opened his big blue eyes and looked up into Edith 's face . She blushed as red as a rose , for she knew she had done a dreadful thing . This could not be her cousin from Scotland . She knew , for he had written so to her , that he had eyes as black as her own . Edith ran away and hid ; and of course she felt still worse when she found out that he was a famous poet . But he wrote one of his most beautiful poems on it afterwards and sent it to her -- and it was published in one of his books . '' We had SEEN it all -- the sleeping genius -- the roguish , red-lipped girl -- the kiss dropped as lightly as a rose-petal on the sunburned cheek . `` They should have got married , '' said Felix . `` Well , in a book they would have , but you see this was in real life , '' said the Story Girl . `` We sometimes act the story out . I like it when Peter plays the poet . I do n't like it when Dan is the poet because he is so freckled and screws his eyes up so tight . But you can hardly ever coax Peter to be the poet -- except when Felicity is Edith -- and Dan is so obliging that way . '' `` What is Peter like ? '' I asked . `` Peter is splendid .
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