`` There 's a heavy dew and it 's time we stopped talking nonsense and went in , '' decreed Felicity . `` If we do n't we 'll all have a cold , and then we 'll be miserable enough , but it wo n't be very exciting . '' `` All the same , I wish something exciting would happen , '' finished the Story Girl , as we walked up through the orchard , peopled with its nun-like shadows . `` There 's a new moon tonight , so may be you 'll get your wish , '' said Peter . `` My Aunt Jane did n't believe there was anything in the moon business , but you never can tell . '' The Story Girl did get her wish . Something happened the very next day . She joined us in the afternoon with a quite indescribable expression on her face , compounded of triumph , anticipation , and regret . Her eyes betrayed that she had been crying , but in them shone a chastened exultation . Whatever the Story Girl mourned over it was evident she was not without hope . `` I have some news to tell you , '' she said importantly . `` Can you guess what it is ? '' We could n't and would n't try . `` Tell us right off , '' implored Felix . `` You look as if it was something tremendous . '' `` So it is . Listen -- Aunt Olivia is going to be married . '' We stared in blank amazement . Peg Bowen 's hint had faded from our minds and we had never put much faith in it . `` Aunt Olivia !
I do n't XXXXX it , '' cried Felicity flatly .
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