We took a short cut to Golden Milestone , over a long , green , dewy land full of placid meadows , where sunshine had fallen asleep . At first all was not harmonious . Felicity was in an ill humour ; she had wanted to wear her second best dress , but Aunt Janet had decreed that her school clothes were good enough to go `` traipsing about in the dust . '' Then the Story Girl arrived , arrayed not in any second best but in her very best dress and hat , which her father had sent her from Paris -- a dress of soft , crimson silk , and a white leghorn hat encircled by flame-red poppies . Neither Felicity nor Cecily could have worn it ; but it became the Story Girl perfectly . In it she was a thing of fire and laughter and glow , as if the singular charm of her temperament were visible and tangible in its vivid colouring and silken texture . `` I should n't think you 'd put on your best clothes to go begging for the library in , '' said Felicity cuttingly . `` Aunt Olivia says that when you are going to have an important interview with a man you ought to look your very best , '' said the Story Girl , giving her skirt a lustrous swirl and enjoying the effect . `` Aunt Olivia spoils you , '' said Felicity . `` She does n't either , Felicity King ! Aunt Olivia is just sweet . She kisses me good-night every night , and your mother NEVER kisses you . '' `` My mother does n't make kisses so common , '' retorted Felicity . `` But she gives us pie for dinner every day . '' `` So does Aunt Olivia . '' `` Yes , but look at the difference in the size of the pieces ! And Aunt Olivia only gives you skim milk . My mother gives us cream . '' `` Aunt Olivia 's skim milk is as good as your mother 's cream , '' cried the Story Girl hotly . `` Oh , girls , do n't fight , '' said Cecily , the peacemaker .
`` It 's such a nice day , and we 'll have a nice time if you do n't spoil it XXXXX fighting . ''
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