THE STORY GIRL



CHAPTER I. THE HOME OF OUR FATHERS

"I do like a road, because you can be always wondering what is at
the end of it."

The Story Girl said that once upon a time. Felix and I, on the
May morning when we left Toronto for Prince Edward Island, had
not then heard her say it, and, indeed, were but barely aware of
the existence of such a person as the Story Girl. We did not
know her at all under that name. We knew only that a cousin,
Sara Stanley, whose mother, our Aunt Felicity, was dead, was
living down on the Island with Uncle Roger and Aunt Olivia King,
on a farm adjoining the old King homestead in Carlisle. We
supposed we should get acquainted with her when we reached there,
and we had an idea, from Aunt Olivia's letters to father, that
she would be quite a jolly creature. Further than that we did
not think about her. We were more interested in Felicity and
Cecily and Dan, who lived on the homestead and would therefore be
our roofmates for a season.

But the spirit of the Story Girl's yet unuttered remark was
thrilling in our hearts that morning, as the train pulled out of
Toronto. We were faring forth on a long road; and, though we had
some idea what would be at the end of it, there was enough