She banged things about and rattled the stove covers until even Cecily protested from her sofa . Dan sat on the floor and whittled , his sole aim and object being to make a mess and annoy Felicity , in which noble ambition he succeeded perfectly . `` I wish Aunt Janet and Uncle Alec were home , '' said Felix . `` It 's not half so much fun having the grown-ups away as I thought it would be . '' `` I wish I was back in Toronto , '' I said sulkily . The mince pie was to blame for THAT wish . `` I wish you were , I 'm sure , '' said Felicity , riddling the fire noisily . `` Any one who lives with you , Felicity King , will always be wishing he was somewhere else , '' said Dan . `` I was n't talking to you , Dan King , '' retorted Felicity , '' ` Speak when you 're spoken to , come when you 're called . ' '' `` Oh , oh , oh , '' wailed Cecily on the sofa . `` I WISH it would stop raining . I WISH my head would stop aching . I WISH ma had never gone away . I WISH you 'd leave Felicity alone , Dan . '' `` I wish girls had some sense , '' said Dan -- which brought the orgy of wishing to an end for the time . A wishing fairy might have had the time of her life in the King kitchen that morning -- particularly if she were a cynically inclined fairy . But even the effects of unholy snacks wear away at length . By tea-time things had brightened up . The rain had ceased , and the old , low-raftered room was full of sunshine which danced on the shining dishes of the dresser , made mosaics on the floor , and flickered over the table whereon a delicious meal was spread . Felicity had put on her blue muslin , and looked so beautiful in it that her good humour was quite restored .
Cecily 's headache was better , and the Story Girl , refreshed by an afternoon siesta , came down XXXXX smiles and sparkling eyes .
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