By contrast , Felix and I were secretly ashamed of father 's epistles . Father could talk well but , as Felix said , he could n't write worth a cent . The letters we had received from him since his arrival in Rio de Janeiro were mere scrawls , telling us to be good boys and not trouble Aunt Janet , incidentally adding that he was well and lonesome . Felix and I were always glad to get his letters , but we never read them aloud to an admiring circle in the orchard . Uncle Blair was spending the summer in Switzerland ; and the letter the Story Girl read to us , among the fair , frail White Ladies of the Walk , where the west wind came now with a sigh , and again with a rush , and then brushed our faces as softly as the down of a thistle , was full of the glamour of mountain-rimmed lakes , and purple chalets , and `` snowy summits old in story . '' We climbed Mount Blanc , saw the Jungfrau soaring into cloudland , and walked among the gloomy pillars of Bonnivard 's prison . Finally , the Story Girl told us the tale of the Prisoner of Chillon , in words that were Byron 's , but in a voice that was all her own . `` It must be splendid to go to Europe , '' sighed Cecily longingly . `` I am going some day , '' said the Story Girl airily . We looked at her with a slightly incredulous awe . To us , in those years , Europe seemed almost as remote and unreachable as the moon . It was hard to believe that one of US should ever go there . But Aunt Julia had gone -- and SHE had been brought up in Carlisle on this very farm . So it was possible that the Story Girl might go too . `` What will you do there ? '' asked Peter practically . `` I shall learn how to tell stories to all the world , '' said the Story Girl dreamily . It was a lovely , golden-brown evening ; the orchard , and the farm-lands beyond , were full of ruby lights and kissing shadows . Over in the east , above the Awkward Man 's house , the Wedding Veil of the Proud Princess floated across the sky , presently turning as rosy as if bedewed with her heart 's blood . We sat there and talked until the first star lighted a white taper over the beech hill .
Then I remembered that I had forgotten to take my dose XXXXX magic seed , and I hastened to do it , although I was beginning to lose faith in it .
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