She did not , however , forget to carry the forget-me-not jug with her . All things considered , her departure was a relief . Such a constantly tearful damsel was not a pleasant companion . Cecily and Felicity and the Story Girl did not cry . They were made of finer , firmer stuff . Dry-eyed , with such courage as they might , they faced whatever might be in store for them . `` I wonder where we 'll all be this time to-morrow night , '' said Felix mournfully , as we watched the sunset between the dark fir boughs . It was an ominous sunset . The sun dropped down amid dark , livid clouds , that turned sullen shades of purple and fiery red behind him . `` I hope we 'll be all together , wherever we are , '' said Cecily gently . `` Nothing can be so very bad then . '' `` I 'm going to read the Bible all to-morrow forenoon , '' said Peter . When Aunt Olivia came out to go home the Story Girl asked her permission to stay all night with Felicity and Cecily . Aunt Olivia assented lightly , swinging her hat on her arm and including us all in a friendly smile . She looked very pretty , with her big blue eyes and warm-hued golden hair . We loved Aunt Olivia ; but just now we resented her having laughed at us with Aunt Janet , and we refused to smile back . `` What a sulky , sulky lot of little people , '' said Aunt Olivia , going away across the yard , holding her pretty dress up from the dewy grass . Peter resolved to stay all night with us , too , not troubling himself about anybody 's permission . When we went to bed it was settling down for a stormy night , and the rain was streaming wetly on the roof , as if the world , like Sara Ray , were weeping because its end was so near . Nobody forgot or hurried over his prayers that night .
We would dearly have loved XXXXX leave the candle burning , but Aunt Janet 's decree regarding this was as inexorable as any of Mede and Persia .
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