She shut the door behind us with something of a slam , and her black cat followed us so far , with stealthy , furtive footsteps , that we were frightened of it . Eventually it turned back ; then , and not till then , did we feel free to discuss our adventure . `` Well , I 'm thankful we 're out of THAT , '' said Felicity , drawing a long breath . `` Has n't it just been an awful experience ? '' `` We might all have been found frozen stark and stiff this morning , '' remarked the Story Girl with apparent relish . `` I tell you , it was a lucky thing we got to Peg Bowen 's , '' said Dan . `` Miss Marwood says there is no such thing as luck , '' protested Cecily . `` We ought to say it was Providence instead . '' `` Well , Peg and Providence do n't seem to go together very well , somehow , '' retorted Dan . `` If Peg is a witch it must be the Other One she 's in co. . with . '' `` Dan , it 's getting to be simply scandalous the way you talk , '' said Felicity . `` I just wish ma could hear you . '' `` Is soap in porridge any worse than tooth-powder in rusks , lovely creature ? '' asked Dan . `` Dan , Dan , '' admonished Cecily , between her coughs , `` remember it 's Sunday . '' `` It seems hard to remember that , '' said Peter . `` It does n't seem a mite like Sunday and it seems awful long since yesterday . '' `` Cecily , you 've got a dreadful cold , '' said the Story Girl anxiously . `` In spite of Peg 's ginger tea , '' added Felix .
`` Oh , that ginger tea was AWFUL , '' exclaimed poor XXXXX .
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