I know what I 'm fighting for but I ca n't think of the word . '' `` I guess you mean principle , '' I suggested . `` Yes , that 's it , '' agreed Peter . `` It 's all right to fight for principle . It 's kind of praying with your fists . '' `` Oh , ca n't you do something to prevent them from fighting , Sara ? '' pleaded Cecily , turning to the Story Girl , who was sitting on a bin , swinging her shapely bare feet to and fro . `` It does n't do to meddle in an affair of this kind between boys , '' said the Story Girl sagely . I may be mistaken , but I do not believe the Story Girl wanted that fight stopped . And I am far from being sure that Felicity did either . It was ultimately arranged that the combat should take place in the fir wood behind Uncle Roger 's granary . It was a nice , remote , bosky place where no prowling grown-up would be likely to intrude . And thither we all resorted at sunset . `` I hope Felix will beat , '' said the Story Girl to me , `` not only for the family honour , but because that was a mean , mean prayer of Peter 's . Do you think he will ? '' `` I do n't know , '' I confessed dubiously . `` Felix is too fat . He 'll get out of breath in no time . And Peter is such a cool customer , and he 's a year older than Felix . But then Felix has had some practice .
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