Leave them one wee loophole of enjoyment." "What does Uncle Roger mean ?" whispered Felicity.
"He means you girls are all dying of jealousy because of the Story Girl's dress," said Dan.
"I am not of a jealous disposition," said Felicity loftily, "and she's entirely welcome to the dress--with a complexion like that." But we enjoyed that party hugely, every one of us.

And we enjoyed the walk home afterwards, through dim, enshadowed fields where silvery star-beams lay, while Orion trod his stately march above us, and a red moon climbed up the black horizon's rim.

A brook went with us part of the way, singing to us through the dark--a gay, irresponsible vagabond of valley and wilderness.
Felicity and Peter walked not with us.

Peter's cup must surely have brimmed over that Christmas night.

When we left the Marr house, he had boldly said to Felicity, "May I see you home ?" And Felicity, much to our amazement, had taken his arm and marched off with him.