`` Oh , Cecily , thank you . But are you sure you wo n't want it back if to-morrow is n't the Judgment Day ? '' `` No , it 's yours for good , '' said Cecily , with the high , remote air of one to whom forget-me-not jugs and all such pomps and vanities of the world were as a tale that is told . `` Are you going to give any one your cherry vase ? '' asked Felicity , trying to speak indifferently . Felicity had never admired the forget-me-not jug , but she had always hankered after the cherry vase -- an affair of white glass , with a cluster of red glass cherries and golden-green glass leaves on its side , which Aunt Olivia had given Cecily one Christmas . `` No , I 'm not , '' answered Cecily , with a change of tone . `` Oh , well , I do n't care , '' said Felicity quickly . `` Only , if to-morrow is the last day , the cherry vase wo n't be much use to you . '' `` I guess it will be as much use to me as to any one else , '' said Cecily indignantly . She had sacrificed her dear forget-me-not jug to satisfy some pang of conscience , or propitiate some threatening fate , but surrender her precious cherry vase she could not and would not . Felicity need n't be giving any hints ! With the gathering shades of night our plight became pitiful . In the daylight , surrounded by homely , familiar sights and sounds , it was not so difficult to fortify our souls with a cheering incredulity . But now , in this time of shadows , dread belief clutched us and wrung us with terror . If there had been one wise older friend to tell us , in serious fashion , that we need not be afraid , that the Enterprise paragraph was naught save the idle report of a deluded fanatic , it would have been well for us . But there was not . Our grown-ups , instead , considered our terror an exquisite jest . At that very moment , Aunt Olivia , who had recovered from her headache , and Aunt Janet were laughing in the kitchen over the state the children were in because they were afraid the end of the world was close at hand . Aunt Janet 's throaty gurgle and Aunt Olivia 's trilling mirth floated out through the open window .
`` Perhaps they 'll laugh on the other side XXXXX their faces to-morrow , '' said Dan , with gloomy satisfaction .
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