Peter , as Felicity reminded us with a burst of tears , had been so fond of apple turnovers . And , oh , how good we were ! How angelically and unnaturally good ! Never was there such a band of kind , sweet-tempered , unselfish children in any orchard . Even Felicity and Dan , for once in their lives , got through the day without any exchange of left-handed compliments . Cecily confided to me that she never meant to put her hair up in curlers on Saturday nights again , because it was pretending . She was so anxious to repent of something , sweet girl , and this was all she could think of . During the afternoon Judy Pineau brought up a tear-blotted note from Sara Ray . Sara had not been allowed to visit the hill farm since Peter had developed measles . She was an unhappy little exile , and could only relieve her anguish of soul by daily letters to Cecily , which the faithful and obliging Judy Pineau brought up for her . These epistles were as gushingly underlined as if Sara had been a correspondent of early Victorian days . Cecily did not write back , because Mrs. Ray had decreed that no letters must be taken down from the hill farm lest they carry infection . Cecily had offered to bake every epistle thoroughly in the oven before sending it ; but Mrs. Ray was inexorable , and Cecily had to content herself by sending long verbal messages with Judy Pineau . `` My OWN DEAREST Cecily , '' ran Sara 's letter . `` I have just heard the sad news about POOR DEAR PETER . I ca n't describe MY FEELINGS . They are DREADFUL . I have been crying ALL THE AFTERNOON . I wish I could FLY to you , but ma will not let me . She is afraid I will catch the measles , but I would rather have the measles A DOZEN TIMES OVER than be sepparated from you all like this .
But I have felt , ever XXXXX the Judgment Sunday that I MUST OBEY MA BETTER than I used to do .
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