Felicity, Cecily, and Dan were sitting opposite us, staring at us
when they thought we would be too busy eating to see them. We
tried to stare at them when THEY were eating; and as a result we
were always catching each other at it and feeling cheap and
embarrassed.

Dan was the oldest; he was my age--thirteen. He was a lean,
freckled fellow with rather long, lank, brown hair and the
shapely King nose. We recognized it at once. His mouth was his
own, however, for it was like to no mouth on either the King or
the Ward side; and nobody would have been anxious to claim it,
for it was an undeniably ugly one--long and narrow and twisted.
But it could grin in friendly fashion, and both Felix and I felt
that we were going to like Dan.

Felicity was twelve. She had been called after Aunt Felicity, who
was the twin sister of Uncle Felix. Aunt Felicity and Uncle
Felix, as father had often told us, had died on the same day, far
apart, and were buried side by side in the old Carlisle
graveyard.

We had known from Aunt Olivia's letters, that Felicity was the
beauty of the connection, and we had been curious to see her on
that account. She fully justified our expectations. She was
plump and dimpled, with big, dark-blue, heavy-lidded eyes, soft,
feathery, golden curls, and a pink and white skin--"the King
complexion." The Kings were noted for their noses and
complexion. Felicity had also delightful hands and wrists. At
every turn of them a dimple showed itself. It was a pleasure to