He was not as good an actor as the Story Girl . Felicity looked scornfully at him . `` Uncle Roger , you are not one bit sick , '' she said deliberately . `` You are just putting on . '' `` Felicity , if I die from the effects of eating sawdust pudding , flavoured with needles , you 'll be sorry you ever said such a thing to your poor old uncle , '' said Uncle Roger reproachfully . `` Even if there were no needles in it , sixty-year-old sawdust ca n't be good for my tummy . I daresay it was n't even clean . '' `` Well , you know every one has to eat a peck of dirt in his life , '' giggled Felicity . `` But nobody has to eat it all at once , '' retorted Uncle Roger , with another groan . `` Oh , Sara Stanley , it 's a thankful man I am that your Aunt Olivia is to be home to-night . You 'd have me kilt entirely by another day . I believe you did it on purpose to have a story to tell . '' Uncle Roger hobbled off to the barn , still holding on to his stomach . `` Do you think he really feels sick ? '' asked the Story Girl anxiously . `` No , I do n't , '' said Felicity . `` You need n't worry over him . There 's nothing the matter with him . I do n't believe there were any needles in that sawdust . Mother sifted it very carefully . ''
`` I know a story about a man whose son swallowed a mouse , '' said the Story Girl , who would probably have known a story and tried XXXXX tell it if she were being led to the stake .
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