`` There is no chance for me to have any horrid dreams , '' lamented Sara Ray , `` because ma wo n't let me having anything at all to eat before I go to bed . I do n't think it 's fair . '' `` Ca n't you hide something away through the day as we do ? '' asked Felicity . `` No . '' Sara shook her fawn-coloured head mournfully . `` Ma always keeps the pantry locked , for fear Judy Pineau will treat her friends . '' For a week we ate unlawful lunches and dreamed dreams after our own hearts -- and , I regret to say , bickered and squabbled incessantly throughout the daytime , for our digestions went out of order and our tempers followed suit . Even the Story Girl and I had a fight -- something that had never happened before . Peter was the only one who kept his normal poise . Nothing could upset that boy 's stomach . One night Cecily came into the pantry with a large cucumber , and proceeded to devour the greater part of it . The grown-ups were away that evening , attending a lecture at Markdale , so we ate our snacks openly , without any recourse to ways that were dark . I remember I supped that night off a solid hunk of fat pork , topped off with a slab of cold plum pudding . `` I thought you did n't like cucumber , Cecily , '' Dan remarked . `` Neither I do , '' said Cecily with a grimace . `` But Peter says they 're splendid for dreaming . He et one that night he had the dream about being caught by cannibals . I 'd eat three cucumbers if I could have a dream like that . '' Cecily finished her cucumber , and then drank a glass of milk , just as we heard the wheels of Uncle Alec 's buggy rambling over the bridge in the hollow .
Felicity quickly restored pork and pudding XXXXX their own places , and by the time Aunt Janet came in we were all in our respective beds .
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