Then he let us go.

"You see," said the Story Girl as we went home, "you need never
be afraid of people."

"But we are not all Story Girls," said Cecily.

That night we heard Felicity talking to Cecily in their room.

"Mr. Campbell never noticed one of us except the Story Girl," she
said, "but if I had put on MY best dress as she did maybe she
wouldn't have taken all the attention."

"Could you ever do what Betty Sherman did, do you suppose?" asked
Cecily absently.

"No; but I believe the Story Girl could," answered Felicity
rather snappishly.



CHAPTER VIII. A TRAGEDY OF CHILDHOOD

The Story Girl went to Charlottetown for a week in June to visit
Aunt Louisa. Life seemed very colourless without her, and even
Felicity admitted that it was lonesome. But three days after her
departure Felix told us something on the way home from school
which lent some spice to existence immediately.

"What do you think?" he said in a very solemn, yet excited, tone.