She knew better than to make any attempt to assert authority over the Story Girl , and Felix and I were allowed some length of tether ; but Cecily , Dan , and Peter were expected to submit dutifully to her decrees . In the main they did ; but on this particular morning Dan was plainly inclined to rebel . He had had time to grow sore over the things that Felicity had said to him when Jimmy Patterson was thought lost , and he began the day with a flatly expressed determination that he was not going to let Felicity rule the roost . It was not a pleasant day , and to make matters worse it rained until late in the afternoon . The Story Girl had not recovered from the mortifications of the previous day ; she would not talk , and she would not tell a single story ; she sat on Rachel Ward 's chest and ate her breakfast with the air of a martyr . After breakfast she washed the dishes and did the bed-room work in grim silence ; then , with a book under one arm and Pat under the other , she betook herself to the window-seat in the upstairs hall , and would not be lured from that retreat , charmed we never so wisely . She stroked the purring Paddy , and read steadily on , with maddening indifference to all our pleadings . Even Cecily , the meek and mild , was snappish , and complained of headache . Peter had gone home to see his mother , and Uncle Roger had gone to Markdale on business . Sara Ray came up , but was so snubbed by Felicity that she went home , crying . Felicity got the dinner by herself , disdaining to ask or command assistance . She banged things about and rattled the stove covers until even Cecily protested from her sofa . Dan sat on the floor and whittled , his sole aim and object being to make a mess and annoy Felicity , in which noble ambition he succeeded perfectly . `` I wish Aunt Janet and Uncle Alec were home , '' said Felix . `` It 's not half so much fun having the grown-ups away as I thought it would be . '' `` I wish I was back in Toronto , '' I said sulkily . The mince pie was to blame for THAT wish . `` I wish you were , I 'm sure , '' said Felicity , riddling the fire noisily . `` Any one who lives with you , Felicity King , will always be wishing he was somewhere else , '' said Dan . `` I was n't talking to you , Dan King , '' retorted Felicity , '' ` Speak when you 're spoken to , come when you 're called . ' ''
`` Oh , oh , oh , '' wailed Cecily XXXXX the sofa .
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