He yielded and told the secret . I expected the Story Girl would overwhelm him with scorn and indignation . But she took it very coolly . `` I knew Felicity would get it out of him sometime , '' she said . `` I think he has done well to hold out this long . '' Peter and the Story Girl , so it appeared , had wooed wild dreams to their pillows by the simple device of eating rich , indigestible things before they went to bed . Aunt Olivia knew nothing about it , of course . She permitted them only a plain , wholesome lunch at bed-time . But during the day the Story Girl would smuggle upstairs various tidbits from the pantry , putting half in Peter 's room and half in her own ; and the result was these visions which had been our despair . `` Last night I ate a piece of mince pie , '' she said , `` and a lot of pickles , and two grape jelly tarts . But I guess I overdid it , because I got real sick and could n't sleep at all , so of course I did n't have any dreams . I should have stopped with the pie and pickles and left the tarts alone . Peter did , and he had an elegant dream that Peg Bowen caught him and put him on to boil alive in that big black pot that hangs outside her door . He woke up before the water got hot , though . Well , Miss Felicity , you 're pretty smart . But how will you like to walk to Sunday School with a boy who wears patched trousers ? '' `` I wo n't have to , '' said Felicity triumphantly . `` Peter is having a new suit made . It 's to be ready by Saturday . I knew that before I promised . ''
Having discovered how XXXXX produce exciting dreams , we all promptly followed the example of Peter and the Story Girl .
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