`` But there might be a mistake , '' sobbed Sara . `` It might be two o'clock to-night instead of to-morrow . '' It might , indeed . This was a new horror , which had not occurred to us . `` I 'm sure I wo n't sleep a wink to-night , '' said Felix . `` The paper SAYS two o'clock to-morrow , '' said Dan . `` You need n't worry , Sara . '' But Sara departed , weeping . She did not , however , forget to carry the forget-me-not jug with her . All things considered , her departure was a relief . Such a constantly tearful damsel was not a pleasant companion . Cecily and Felicity and the Story Girl did not cry . They were made of finer , firmer stuff . Dry-eyed , with such courage as they might , they faced whatever might be in store for them . `` I wonder where we 'll all be this time to-morrow night , '' said Felix mournfully , as we watched the sunset between the dark fir boughs . It was an ominous sunset . The sun dropped down amid dark , livid clouds , that turned sullen shades of purple and fiery red behind him . `` I hope we 'll be all together , wherever we are , '' said Cecily gently . `` Nothing can be so very bad then . '' `` I 'm going to read the Bible all to-morrow forenoon , '' said Peter .
When Aunt Olivia came out to go home the Story Girl asked her permission XXXXX stay all night with Felicity and Cecily .
Cecily amid as behind between o'clock of to to-night with