Never , in all my life since , have I heard such a voice . I can not describe it . I might say it was clear ; I might say it was sweet ; I might say it was vibrant and far-reaching and bell-like ; all this would be true , but it would give you no real idea of the peculiar quality which made the Story Girl 's voice what it was . If voices had colour , hers would have been like a rainbow . It made words LIVE . Whatever she said became a breathing entity , not a mere verbal statement or utterance . Felix and I were too young to understand or analyze the impression it made upon us ; but we instantly felt at her greeting that it WAS a good morning -- a surpassingly good morning -- the very best morning that had ever happened in this most excellent of worlds . `` You are Felix and Beverley , '' she went on , shaking our hands with an air of frank comradeship , which was very different from the shy , feminine advances of Felicity and Cecily . From that moment we were as good friends as if we had known each other for a hundred years . `` I am glad to see you . I was so disappointed I could n't go over last night . I got up early this morning , though , for I felt sure you would be up early , too , and that you 'd like to have me tell you about things . I can tell things so much better than Felicity or Cecily . Do you think Felicity is VERY pretty ? '' `` She 's the prettiest girl I ever saw , '' I said enthusiastically , remembering that Felicity had called me handsome . `` The boys all think so , '' said the Story Girl , not , I fancied , quite well pleased . `` And I suppose she is . She is a splendid cook , too , though she is only twelve . I ca n't cook . I am trying to learn , but I do n't make much progress .
Aunt Olivia says I have n't enough natural gumption ever XXXXX be a cook ; but I 'd love to be able to make as good cakes and pies as Felicity can make .
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