`` Never mind , it will be a good story to tell sometime , '' remarked the Story Girl with relish . CHAPTER XXII . THE YANKEE STORM In an August orchard six children and a grown-up were sitting around the pulpit stone . The grown-up was Miss Reade , who had been up to give the girls their music lesson and had consented to stay to tea , much to the rapture of the said girls , who continued to worship her with unabated and romantic ardour . To us , over the golden grasses , came the Story Girl , carrying in her hand a single large poppy , like a blood-red chalice filled with the wine of August wizardry . She proffered it to Miss Reade and , as the latter took it into her singularly slender , beautiful hand , I saw a ring on her third finger . I noticed it , because I had heard the girls say that Miss Reade never wore rings , not liking them . It was not a new ring ; it was handsome , but of an old-fashioned design and setting , with a glint of diamonds about a central sapphire . Later on , when Miss Reade had gone , I asked the Story Girl if she had noticed the ring . She nodded , but seemed disinclined to say more about it . `` Look here , Sara , '' I said , `` there 's something about that ring -- something you know . '' `` I told you once there was a story growing but you would have to wait until it was fully grown , '' she answered . `` Is Miss Reade going to marry anybody -- anybody we know ? '' I persisted . `` Curiosity killed a cat , '' observed the Story Girl coolly . `` Miss Reade has n't told me that she was going to marry anybody . You will find out all that is good for you to know in due time . '' When the Story Girl put on grown-up airs I did not like her so well , and I dropped the subject with a dignity that seemed to amuse her mightily . She had been away for a week , visiting cousins in Markdale , and she had come home with a new treasure-trove of stories , most of which she had heard from the old sailors of Markdale Harbour . She had promised that morning to tell us of `` the most tragic event that had ever been known on the north shore , '' and we now reminded her of her promise .
`` Some call it the ` Yankee Storm , ' and others the ` American Gale , ' '' she began , sitting down by Miss Reade and beaming , because the latter XXXXX her arm around her waist .
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