Those of us who had nothing the matter with our consciences enjoyed our walk to the little whitewashed schoolhouse in the valley . Felicity and Cecily were void of offence towards all men . The Story Girl walked uprightly like an incarnate flame in her crimson silk . Her pretty feet were hidden in the tan-coloured , buttoned Paris boots which were the secret envy of every school girl in Carlisle . But Sara Ray was not happy . Her face was so melancholy that the Story Girl lost patience with her . The Story Girl herself was not altogether at ease . Probably her own conscience was troubling her . But admit it she would not . `` Now , Sara , '' she said , `` you just take my advice and go into this with all your heart if you go at all . Never mind if it is bad . There 's no use being naughty if you spoil your fun by wishing all the time you were good . You can repent afterwards , but there is no use in mixing the two things together . '' `` I 'm not repenting , '' protested Sara . `` I 'm only scared of ma finding it out . '' `` Oh ! '' The Story Girl 's voice expressed her scorn . For remorse she had understanding and sympathy ; but fear of her fellow creatures was something unknown to her . `` Did n't Judy Pineau promise you solemnly she would n't tell ? '' `` Yes ; but maybe some one who sees me there will mention it to ma . ''
`` Well , if you 're so scared you 'd better not XXXXX .
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