`` Nothing ! '' said the Story Girl viciously . `` He just went on living and flourishing . He patched up matters with his creditors after awhile , and came back to the Island ; and in the end he married a real nice girl , with money , and was very happy . Did you ever HEAR of anything so unjust ? '' `` Beverley King , '' suddenly cried Felicity , who had been peering into a pot , `` YOU 'VE GONE AND PUT THE TURNIPS ON TO BOIL WHOLE JUST LIKE POTATOES ! '' `` Was n't that right ? '' I cried , in an agony of shame . `` Right ! '' but Felicity had already whisked the turnips out , and was slicing them , while all the others were laughing at me . I had added a tradition on my own account to the family archives . Uncle Roger roared when he heard it ; and he roared again at night over Peter 's account of Felix attempting to milk a cow . Felix had previously acquired the knack of extracting milk from the udder . But he had never before tried to `` milk a whole cow . '' He did not get on well ; the cow tramped on his foot , and finally upset the bucket . `` What are you to do when a cow wo n't stand straight ? '' spluttered Felix angrily . `` That 's the question , '' said Uncle Roger , shaking his head gravely . Uncle Roger 's laughter was hard to bear , but his gravity was harder . Meanwhile , in the pantry the Story Girl , apron-enshrouded , was being initiated into the mysteries of bread-making .
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