"Yes, but look at the difference in the size of the pieces! And
Aunt Olivia only gives you skim milk. My mother gives us cream."

"Aunt Olivia's skim milk is as good as your mother's cream,"
cried the Story Girl hotly.

"Oh, girls, don't fight," said Cecily, the peacemaker. "It's
such a nice day, and we'll have a nice time if you don't spoil it
by fighting."

"We're NOT fighting," said Felicity. "And I like Aunt Olivia.
But my mother is just as good as Aunt Olivia, there now!"

"Of course she is. Aunt Janet is splendid," agreed the Story
Girl.

They smiled at each other amicably. Felicity and the Story Girl
were really quite fond of each other, under the queer surface
friction that commonly resulted from their intercourse.

"You said once you knew a story about the Awkward Man," said
Felix. "You might tell it to us."

"All right," agreed the Story Girl. "The only trouble is, I
don't know the whole story. But I'll tell you all I do know. I
call it 'The Mystery of the Golden Milestone.'"

"Oh, I don't believe that story is true," said Felicity. "I
believe Mrs. Griggs was just romancing. She DOES romance,
mother says."