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 Dan , 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 . `` I told ma to put this in for me . There 's some CHEW to it , '' he said . `` You are not a bit refined , '' commented Felicity . `` Not a morsel , my love , '' grinned Dan . `` You make me think of a story I heard Uncle Roger telling about Cousin Annetta King , '' said the Story Girl .
`` Great-uncle Jeremiah XXXXX used to live where Uncle Roger lives now , when Grandfather King was alive and Uncle Roger was a boy .
Dan Girl King Man Roger Sara Solomon colours evening morning