`` Ma scolds so much when I do tell her things , that it sort of discourages me . But when I think of how dreadful I felt the time of the Judgment Day over deceiving her in some things it nerves me up . I 'd do almost anything rather than feel like that the next time the Judgment Day comes . '' `` Fe , fi , fo , fum , I smell a story , '' said Uncle Blair . `` What do you mean by speaking of the Judgment Day in the past tense ? '' The Story Girl told him the tale of that dreadful Sunday in the preceding summer and we all laughed with him at ourselves . `` All the same , '' muttered Peter , `` I do n't want to have another experience like that . I hope I 'll be dead the next time the Judgment Day comes . '' `` But you 'll be raised up for it , '' said Felix . `` Oh , that 'll be all right . I wo n't mind that . I wo n't know anything about it till it really happens . It 's the expecting it that 's the worst . '' `` I do n't think you ought to talk of such things , '' said Felicity . When evening came we all went to Golden Milestone . We knew the Awkward Man and his bride were expected home at sunset , and we meant to scatter flowers on the path by which she must enter her new home . It was the Story Girl 's idea , but I do n't think Aunt Janet would have let us go if Uncle Blair had not pleaded for us . He asked to be taken along , too , and we agreed , if he would stand out of sight when the newly married pair came home . `` You see , father , the Awkward Man wo n't mind us , because we 're only children and he knows us well , '' explained the Story Girl , `` but if he sees you , a stranger , it might confuse him and we might spoil the homecoming , and that would be such a pity . '' So we went to Golden Milestone , laden with all the flowery spoil we could plunder from both gardens .
It was a clear amber-tinted September evening and far away , XXXXX Markdale Harbour , a great round red moon was rising as we waited .
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