`` You 're -- you 're like a rainbow , '' answered the Story Girl rather reluctantly . She had to be honest , but she would rather not have complimented Felicity . `` And you need n't laugh at Bev . His stripes are beautiful . It is n't HE that is striped . It 's just the THOUGHT of him . Peg Bowen is a queer sort of yellowish green and the Awkward Man is lilac . Aunt Olivia is pansy-purple mixed with gold , and Uncle Roger is navy blue . '' `` I never heard such nonsense , '' declared Felicity . The rest of us were rather inclined to agree with her for once . We thought the Story Girl was making fun of us . But I believe she really had a strange gift of thinking in colours . In later years , when we were grown up , she told me of it again . She said that everything had colour in her thought ; the months of the year ran through all the tints of the spectrum , the days of the week were arrayed as Solomon in his glory , morning was golden , noon orange , evening crystal blue , and night violet . Every idea came to her mind robed in its own especial hue . Perhaps that was why her voice and words had such a charm , conveying to the listeners ' perception such fine shadings of meaning and tint and music . `` Well , let 's go and have something to eat , '' suggested Dan . `` What colour is eating , Sara ? '' `` Golden brown , just the colour of a molasses cooky , '' laughed the Story Girl . We sat on the ferny bank of the pool and ate of the generous basket Aunt Janet had provided , with appetites sharpened by the keen spring air and our wilderness rovings .
Felicity had made some very nice sandwiches of ham which we all appreciated except XXXXX , who declared he did n't like things minced up and dug out of the basket a chunk of boiled pork which he proceeded to saw up with a jack-knife and devour with gusto .
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