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afternoon she was invited to tea at Grandfather King's when they had some special companypeople from Charlottetown。 Cousin Annetta said she could hardly eat anything。 'You know； Uncle Abraham；' she said； in a very affected； fine…young…lady voice； 'I really hardly eat enough to keep a bird alive。 Mother says she wonders how I continue to exist。' And she picked and pecked until Grandfather King declared he would like to throw something at her。 After tea Cousin Annetta went home； and just about dark Grandfather King went over to Uncle Jeremiah's on an errand。 As he passed the open； lighted pantry window he happened to glance in； and what do you think he saw？ Delicate Cousin Annetta standing at the dresser； with a big loaf of bread beside her and a big platterful of cold； boiled pork in front of her； and Annetta was hacking off great chunks； like Dan there； and gobbling them down as if she was starving。 Grandfather King couldn't resist the temptation。 He stepped up to the window and said； 'I'm glad your appetite has come back to you； Annetta。 Your mother needn't worry about your continuing to exist as long as you can tuck away fat； salt pork in that fashion。'
〃Cousin Annetta never forgave him； but she never pretended to be delicate again。〃
〃The Jews don't believe in eating pork；〃 said Peter。
〃I'm glad I'm not a Jew and I guess Cousin Annetta was too；〃 said Dan。
〃I like bacon； but I can never look at a pig without wondering if they were ever intended to be eaten；〃 remarked Cecily naively。
When we finished our lunch the barrens were already wrapping themselves in a dim； blue dusk and falling upon rest in dell and dingle。 But out in the open there was still much light of a fine emerald…golden sort and the robins whistled us home in it。 〃Horns of Elfland〃 never sounded more sweetly around hoary castle and ruined fane than those vesper calls of the robins from the twilight spruce woods and across green pastures lying under the pale radiance of a young moon。
When we reached home we found that Miss Reade had been up to the hill farm on an errand and was just leaving。 The Story Girl went for a walk with her and came back with an important expression on her face。
〃You look as if you had a story to tell；〃 said Felix。
〃One is growing。 It isn't a whole story yet；〃 answered the Story Girl mysteriously。
〃What is it？〃 asked Cecily。
〃I can't tell you till it's fully grown；〃 said the Story Girl。 〃But I'll tell you a pretty little story the Awkward Man told us told metonight。 He was walking in his garden as we went by； looking at his tulip beds。 His tulips are up ever so much higher than ours； and I asked him how he managed to coax them along so early。 And he said HE didn't do itit was all the work of the pixies who lived in the woods across the brook。 There were more pixy babies than usual this spring； and the mothers were in a hurry for the cradles。 The tulips are the pixy babies' cradles； it seems。 The mother pixies come out of the woods at twilight and rock their tiny little brown babies to sleep in the tulip cups。 That is the reason why tulip blooms last so much longer than other blossoms。 The pixy babies must have a cradle until they are grown up。 They grow very fast； you see； and the Awkward Man says on a spring evening； when the tulips are out； you can hear the sweetest； softest； clearest； fairy music in his garden； and it is the pixy folk singing as they rock the pixy babies to sleep。〃
〃Then the Awkward Man says what isn't true；〃 said Felicity severely。
CHAPTER XIII
A SURPRISING ANNOUNCEMENT
〃Nothing exciting has happened for ever so long；〃 said the Story Girl discontentedly； one late May evening； as we lingered under the wonderful white bloom of the cherry trees。 There was a long row of them in the orchard； with a Lombardy poplar at either end； and a hedge of lilacs behind。 When the wind blew over them all the spicy breezes of Ceylon's isle were never sweeter。
It was a time of wonder and marvel； of the soft touch of silver rain on greening fields； of the incredible delicacy of young leaves； of blossom in field and garden and wood。 The whole world bloomed in a flush and tremor of maiden loveliness； instinct with all the evasive； fleeting charm of spring and girlhood and young morning。 We felt and enjoyed it all without understanding or analyzing it。 It was enough to be glad and young with spring on the golden road。
〃I don't like excitement very much；〃 said Cecily。 〃It makes one so tired。 I'm sure it was exciting enough when Paddy was missing； but we didn't find that very pleasant。〃
〃No； but it was interesting；〃 returned the Story Girl thoughtfully。 〃After all； I believe I'd rather be miserable than dull。〃
〃I wouldn't then；〃 said Felicity decidedly。 〃And you need never be dull when you have work to do。 'Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do！'〃
〃Well； mischief is interesting；〃 laughed the Story Girl。 〃And I thought you didn't think it lady…like to speak of that person； Felicity？〃
〃It's all right if you call him by his polite name；〃 said Felicity stiffly。
〃Why does the Lombardy poplar hold its branches straight up in the air like that； when all the other poplars hold theirs out or hang them down？〃 interjected Peter； who had been gazing intently at the slender spire showing darkly against the fine blue eastern sky。
〃Because it grows that way；〃 said Felicity。
〃Oh I know a story about that；〃 cried the Story Girl。 〃Once upon a time an old man found the pot of gold at the rainbow's end。 There IS a pot there； it is said； but it is very hard to find because you can never get to the rainbow's end before it vanishes from your sight。 But this old man found it； just at sunset； when Iris； the guardian of the rainbow gold； happened to be absent。 As he was a long way from home； and the pot was very big and heavy； he decided to hide it until morning and then get one of his sons to go with him and help him carry it。 So he hid it under the boughs of the sleeping poplar tree。
〃When Iris came back she missed the pot of gold and of course she was in a sad way about it。 She sent Mercury； the messenger of the gods； to look for it； for she didn't dare leave the rainbow again； lest somebody should run off with that too。 Mercury asked all the trees if they had seen the pot of gold； and the elm； oak and pine pointed to the poplar and said；
〃'The poplar can tell you where it is。'
〃'How can I tell you where it is？' cried the poplar； and she held up all her branches in surprise； just as we hold up our handsand down tumbled the pot of gold。 The poplar was amazed and indignant； for she was a very honest tree。 She stretched her boughs high above her head and declared that she would always hold them like that； so that nobody could hide stolen gold under them again。 And she taught all the little poplars she knew to stand the same way； and that is why Lombardy poplars always do。 But the aspen poplar leaves are always shaking； even on the very calmest day。 And do you know why？〃
And then she told us the old legend that the cross on which the Saviour of the world suffered was made of aspen poplar wood and so never again could its poor； shaken； shivering leaves know rest or peace。 There was an aspen in the orchard； the very embodiment of youth and spring in its litheness and symmetry。 Its little leaves were hanging tremulously； not yet so fully blown as to hide its development of bough and twig； making poetry against the spiritual tints of a spring sunset。
〃It does look sad；〃 said Peter； 〃but it is a pretty tree； and it wasn't its fault。〃
〃There's a heavy dew and it's time we stopped talking nonsense and went in；〃 decreed Felicity。 〃If we don't we'll all have a cold； and then we'll be miserable enough； but it won'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 didn'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 couldn't and wouldn't try。
〃Tell us right off；〃 implored Felix。 〃You look as if it was something tremendous。〃
〃So it is。 ListenAunt 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 don't believe it；〃 cried Felicity flatly。 〃Who told you？〃
〃Aunt Olivia herself。 So it is perfectly true。 I'm awfully sorry in one waybut oh； won't it be splendid to have a real wedding in the family？ She's going to have a big weddingand I am to be bridesmaid。〃
〃I shouldn't think you were old enough to be a bridesmaid；〃 s