I dreamed that its sunshine was the sunshine of spring , not autumn . There was newness of life in my dream , Janet , and the sweetness of forgotten words . '' `` Was n't it strange about MY dream ? '' whispered the Story Girl to me . `` Well , you 'd better come in and have some breakfast , '' said Aunt Janet . `` These are my little girls -- Felicity and Cecily . '' `` I remember them as two most adorable tots , '' said Uncle Blair , shaking hands . `` They have n't changed quite so much as my own baby-child . Why , she 's a woman , Janet -- she 's a woman . '' `` She 's child enough still , '' said Aunt Janet hastily . The Story Girl shook her long brown curls . `` I 'm fifteen , '' she said . `` And you ought to see me in my long dress , father . '' `` We must not be separated any longer , dear heart , '' I heard Uncle Blair say tenderly . I hoped that he meant he would stay in Canada -- not that he would take the Story Girl away . Apart from this we had a gay day with Uncle Blair . He evidently liked our society better than that of the grown-ups , for he was a child himself at heart , gay , irresponsible , always acting on the impulse of the moment . We all found him a delightful companion . There was no school that day , as Mr. Perkins was absent , attending a meeting of the Teachers ' Convention , so we spent most of its golden hours in the orchard with Uncle Blair , listening to his fascinating accounts of foreign wanderings . He also drew all our pictures for us , and this was especially delightful , for the day of the camera was only just dawning and none of us had ever had even our photographs taken .
Sara Ray 's pleasure was , as usual , quite spoiled by wondering what her mother would say of it , for Mrs. Ray had , XXXXX it appeared , some very peculiar prejudices against the taking or making of any kind of picture whatsoever , owing to an exceedingly strict interpretation of the second commandment .
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