We all solemnly assured her that we would.

"I'll g-give him cream every m-morning and n-night," sobbed
Felicity, "but I'll never be able to look at him without crying.
He'll make me think of you."

"Well, I'm not going right away," said the Story Girl, more
cheerfully. "Not till the last of October. So we have over a
month yet to have a good time in. Let's all just determine to
make it a splendid month for the last. We won't think about my
going at all till we have to, and we won't have any quarrels among
us, and we'll just enjoy ourselves all we possibly can. So don't
cry any more, Felicity. I'm awfully glad you do like me and am
sorry I'm going away, but let's all forget it for a month."

Felicity sighed, and tucked away her damp handkerchief.

"It isn't so easy for me to forget things, but I'll try," she said
disconsolately, "and if you want any more cooking lessons before
you go I'll be real glad to teach you anything I know."

This was a high plane of self-sacrifice for Felicity to attain.
But the Story Girl shook her head.

"No, I'm not going to bother my head about cooking lessons this
last month. It's too vexing."

"Do you remember the time you made the pudding--" began Peter, and
suddenly stopped.