They're such friends, you know," said Cecily.
"Miss Reade is no better friends with her than she is with me and you," retorted Felicity.
"No, but sometimes it seems to me that she's a different kind of friend with the Story Girl than she is with me and you," reflected Cecily.

"I can't just explain what I mean." "No wonder.

Such nonsense," sniffed Felicity.

"It's only some girl's secret, anyway," said Dan, loftily.

"I don't feel much interest in it." But he was on hand with the rest of us that evening, interest or no interest, in Uncle Stephen's Walk, where the ripening apples were beginning to glow like jewels among the boughs.
"Now, are you going to tell us your news ?" asked Felicity impatiently.
"Miss Reade IS going to be married," said the Story Girl.