`` Felicity , '' resumed the Story Girl gravely , `` will marry a minister . '' Sara Ray giggled and Felicity blushed . Peter tried hard not to look too self-consciously delighted . `` She will be a perfect housekeeper and will teach a Sunday School class and be very happy all her life . '' `` Will her husband be happy ? '' queried Dan solemnly . `` I guess he 'll be as happy as your wife , '' retorted Felicity reddening . `` He 'll be the happiest man in the world , '' declared Peter warmly . `` What about me ? '' asked Sara Ray . The Story Girl looked rather puzzled . It was so hard to imagine Sara Ray as having any kind of future . Yet Sara was plainly anxious to have her fortune told and must be gratified . `` You 'll be married , '' said the Story Girl recklessly , `` and you 'll live to be nearly a hundred years old , and go to dozens of funerals and have a great many sick spells . You will learn not to cry after you are seventy ; but your husband will never go to church . '' `` I 'm glad you warned me , '' said Sara Ray solemnly , `` because now I know I 'll make him promise before I marry him that he will go . '' `` He wo n't keep the promise , '' said the Story Girl , shaking her head . `` But it is getting cold and Cecily is coughing . Let us go in . '' `` You have n't told my fortune , '' protested Cecily disappointedly .
The Story Girl looked very tenderly at XXXXX -- at the smooth little brown head , at the soft , shining eyes , at the cheeks that were often over-rosy after slight exertion , at the little sunburned hands that were always busy doing faithful work or quiet kindnesses .
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