Various emotions and speculations possessed my mind in my retreat ; but chiefly did I feel a sense of triumph in being the bearer of exciting news . `` Aunt Janet , Uncle Blair is here , '' I announced breathlessly at the kitchen door . Aunt Janet , who was kneading her bread , turned round and lifted floury hands . Felicity and Cecily , who were just entering the kitchen , rosy from slumber , stopped still and stared at me . `` Uncle who ? '' exclaimed Aunt Janet . `` Uncle Blair -- the Story Girl 's father , you know . He 's here . '' `` WHERE ? '' `` Down in the orchard . He was asleep in the hammock . We found him there . '' `` Dear me ! '' said Aunt Janet , sitting down helplessly . `` If that is n't like Blair ! Of course he could n't come like anybody else . I wonder , '' she added in a tone unheard by anyone else save myself , `` I wonder if he has come to take the child away . '' My elation went out like a snuffed candle . I had never thought of this . If Uncle Blair took the Story Girl away would not life become rather savourless on the hill farm ?
I turned and followed Felicity and XXXXX out in a very subdued mood .
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