`` I guess you think it would be a good deal horrider not to be , '' said Dan . `` It depends on who you 're married to , '' said Cecily gravely , seeing that Felicity disdained reply . `` If you got a man like father it would be all right . But S'POSEN you got one like Andrew Ward ? He 's so mean and cross to his wife that she tells him every day she wishes she 'd never set eyes on him . '' `` Perhaps that 's WHY he 's mean and cross , '' said Felix . `` I tell you it is n't always the man 's fault , '' said Dan darkly . `` When I get married I 'll be good to my wife , but I mean to be boss . When I open my mouth my word will be law . '' `` If your word is as big as your mouth I guess it will be , '' said Felicity cruelly . `` I pity the man who gets you , Felicity King , that 's all '' retorted Dan . `` Now , do n't fight , '' implored Cecily . `` Who 's fighting ? '' demanded Dan . `` Felicity thinks she can say anything she likes to me , but I 'll show her different . '' Probably , in spite of Cecily 's efforts , a bitter spat would have resulted between Dan and Felicity , had not a diversion been effected at that moment by the Story Girl , who came slowly down Uncle Stephen 's Walk . `` Just look how the Story Girl has got herself up ! '' said Felicity . `` Why , she 's no more than decent ! '' The Story Girl was barefooted and barearmed , having rolled the sleeves of her pink gingham up to her shoulders .
Around her waist was twisted a girdle of the blood-red roses that bloomed in Aunt Olivia 's garden ; XXXXX her sleek curls she wore a chaplet of them ; and her hands were full of them .
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