"Out of sawdust?" finished the Story Girl cheerfully. "You
needn't be afraid to mention it to me after this. I don't mind
any more. I begin to see the fun of it now. I should think I do
remember it--and the time I baked the bread before it was raised
enough."

"People have made worse mistakes than that," said Felicity kindly.

"Such as using tooth-powd--" but here Dan stopped abruptly,
remembering the Story Girl's plea for a beautiful month. Felicity
coloured, but said nothing--did not even LOOK anything.

"We HAVE had lots of fun together one way or another," said
Cecily, retrospectively.

"Just think how much we've laughed this last year or so," said the
Story Girl. "We've had good times together; but I think we'll
have lots more splendid years ahead."

"Eden is always behind us--Paradise always before," said Uncle
Blair, coming up in time to hear her. He said it with a sigh that
was immediately lost in one of his delightful smiles.

"I like Uncle Blair so much better than I expected to," Felicity
confided to me. "Mother says he's a rolling stone, but there
really is something very nice about him, although he says a great
many things I don't understand. I suppose the Story Girl will
have a very gay time in Paris."

"She's going to school and she'll have to study hard," I said.