Uncle Roger ate three slices of it at tea-time and told Felicity she was an artist . The poor man meant it as a compliment ; but Felicity , who knew Uncle Blair was an artist and had a poor opinion of such fry , looked indignant and retorted , indeed she was n't ! `` Peter says there 's any amount of raspberries back in the maple clearing , '' said Dan . `` S'posen we all go after tea and pick some ? '' `` I 'd like to , '' sighed Felicity , `` but we 'd come home tired and with all the milking to do . You boys better go alone . '' `` Peter and I will attend to the milking for one evening , '' said Uncle Roger . `` You can all go . I have an idea that a raspberry pie for to-morrow night , when the folks come home , would hit the right spot . '' Accordingly , after tea we all set off , armed with jugs and cups . Felicity , thoughtful creature , also took a small basketful of jelly cookies along with her . We had to go back through the maple woods to the extreme end of Uncle Roger 's farm -- a pretty walk , through a world of green , whispering boughs and spice-sweet ferns , and shifting patches of sunlight . The raspberries were plentiful , and we were not long in filling our receptacles . Then we foregathered around a tiny wood spring , cold and pellucid under its young maples , and ate the jelly cookies ; and the Story Girl told us a tale of a haunted spring in a mountain glen where a fair white lady dwelt , who pledged all comers in a golden cup with jewels bright . `` And if you drank of the cup with her , '' said the Story Girl , her eyes glowing through the emerald dusk about us , `` you were never seen in the world again ; you were whisked straightway to fairyland , and lived there with a fairy bride . And you never WANTED to come back to earth , because when you drank of the magic cup you forgot all your past life , except for one day in every year when you were allowed to remember it . '' `` I wish there was such a place as fairyland -- and a way to get to it , '' said Cecily . `` I think there IS such a place -- in spite of Uncle Edward , '' said the Story Girl dreamily , `` and I think there is a way of getting there too , if we could only find it . '' Well , the Story Girl was right . There is such a place as fairyland -- but only children can find the way to it .
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