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Updated: May 14, 2025
"Well, is it decided that Bev is to be editor?" asked Felix. "Of course it is," Felicity answered for everybody. "Then," said Felix, "I move that the name be The King Monthly Magazine." "That sounds fine," said Peter, hitching his chair a little nearer Felicity's. "But," said Cecily timidly, "that will leave out Peter and the Story Girl and Sara Ray, just as if they didn't have a share in it.
Cardington sat gazing at the solitary figure, muttering half inarticulate strictures upon the demagogical spirit that had led the man to make such an open bid for sympathy and vindication, but his companion experienced very different emotions. There sat Felicity's husband, handsome, self-contained, and effective.
Under Felicity's eyes she set the bread, and on the morrow she was to bake it. "The first thing you must do in the morning is knead it well," said Felicity, "and the earlier it's done the better because it's such a warm night." With that we went to bed, and slept as soundly as if tragedies of blue chests and turnips and crooked cows had no place in the scheme of things at all.
Then he saw that she would very likely be killed if someone didn't do something about it besides shout. He weighed the chances, in an infinitesimal fraction of a second, and decided they were such that any good gambler could scarcely ignore. So he bunched his muscles and sprang. Felicity's taxi had met a traffic tie-up at Forty-seventh Street which made further direct advance impossible.
But Felicity was one of those unfortunate people whose protests against wrong-doing serve only to drive the wrong-doer further on her sinful way. The Story Girl resented Felicity's superior tone, and proceeded to tempt Sara in right good earnest. The rest of us held our tongues. It was, we told ourselves, Sara's own lookout. "I have a good mind to do it," said Sara.
I said, feeling that it wasn't quite fair that the Story Girl should always have to speak first. If she had spoken first the other times it was surely Felicity's turn this time. "Well, I believe it would puzzle Him," said Cecily, out of the depths of her experience with Felicity.
Dan and Peter pursued them down the lane with a fiendish din of bells and pans, much to Felicity's wrath. But Aunt Olivia and Uncle Robert took it in good part and waved their hands back to us with peals of laughter. "They're just that pleased with themselves that they wouldn't mind if there was an earthquake," said Felix, grinning.
To be left in sole charge of a big house, with three meals a day to plan and prepare, with poultry and cows and dairy and garden to superintend, apparently furnished forth Felicity's conception of Paradise. Of course, we were all to help; but Felicity was to "run things," and she gloried in it. The Story Girl was pleased, too.
But he hasn't been yet, and now he's asleep." "Is that boy stark, staring mad?" said Uncle Roger. "It was Felicity's fault," cried Cecily, who always took Dan's part through evil report and good report. "She told him she guessed he'd learned a lesson and wouldn't do what she'd told him not to again. So he went and et them because she vexed him so."
The division was not altogether easy, even to a person of Felicity's extraordinary tact, particularly as they both happened to be in love with her. Felicity had a great deal of listening to do always, because everyone told her about themselves, and she always heard them gladly; if she hastened the end a little sometimes, gently, they never knew it.
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