`` The rusks were splendid , anyhow , so what difference does it make what they were raised with ? '' Dan , however , began to taunt Felicity with her tooth-powder rusks , and kept it up for the rest of his natural life . `` Do n't forget to send the Governor 's wife the recipe for them , '' he said . Felicity , with eyes tearful and cheeks crimson from mortification , rushed from the room , but never , never did the Governor 's wife get the recipe for those rusks . CHAPTER VII . WE VISIT COUSIN MATTIE 'S One Saturday in March we walked over to Baywater , for a long-talked-of visit to Cousin Mattie Dilke . By the road , Baywater was six miles away , but there was a short cut across hills and fields and woods which was scantly three . We did not look forward to our visit with any particular delight , for there was nobody at Cousin Mattie 's except grown-ups who had been grown up so long that it was rather hard for them to remember they had ever been children . But , as Felicity told us , it was necessary to visit Cousin Mattie at least once a year , or else she would be `` huffed , '' so we concluded we might as well go and have it over . `` Anyhow , we 'll get a splendiferous dinner , '' said Dan . `` Cousin Mattie 's a great cook and there 's nothing stingy about her . '' `` You are always thinking of your stomach , '' said Felicity pleasantly . `` Well , you know I could n't get along very well without it , darling , '' responded Dan who , since New Year 's , had adopted a new method of dealing with Felicity -- whether by way of keeping his resolution or because he had discovered that it annoyed Felicity far more than angry retorts , deponent sayeth not . He invariably met her criticisms with a good-natured grin and a flippant remark with some tender epithet tagged on to it . Poor Felicity used to get hopelessly furious over it . Uncle Alec was dubious about our going that day . He looked abroad on the general dourness of gray earth and gray air and gray sky , and said a storm was brewing . But Cousin Mattie had been sent word that we were coming , and she did not like to be disappointed , so he let us go , warning us to stay with Cousin Mattie all night if the storm came on while we were there . We enjoyed our walk -- even Felix enjoyed it , although he had been appointed to write up the visit for Our Magazine and was rather weighed down by the responsibility of it . What mattered it though the world were gray and wintry ?
We walked the golden road and carried spring time in our hearts , and we beguiled our way XXXXX laughter and jest , and the tales the Story Girl told us -- myths and legends of elder time .
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