CECILY , IN EXASPERATION : -- '' -LRB- Dan , shame on you for telling such irreverent stories . -RRB- This is Mrs. Alexander Scott of Markdale . She has been very sick for a long time . '' DAN : -- `` Uncle Roger says all that keeps her alive is that she 's scared her husband will marry again . '' CECILY : -- `` This is old Mr. James MacPherson who used to live behind the graveyard . '' DAN : -- `` He 's the man who told mother once that he always made his own iodine out of strong tea and baking soda . '' CECILY : -- `` This is Cousin Ebenezer MacPherson on the Markdale road . '' DAN : -- `` Great temperance man ! He never tasted rum in his life . He took the measles when he was forty-five and was crazy as a loon with them , and the doctor ordered them to give him a dose of brandy . When he swallowed it he looked up and says , solemn as an owl , ` Give it to me oftener and more at a time . ' '' CECILY , IMPLORINGLY : -- '' -LRB- Dan , do stop . You make me so nervous I do n't know what I 'm doing . -RRB- This is Mr. Lemuel Goodridge . He is a minister . '' DAN : -- `` You ought to see his mouth . Uncle Roger says the drawing string has fell out of it . It just hangs loose -- so fashion . '' Dan , whose own mouth was far from being beautiful , here gave an imitation of the Rev. Lemuel 's , to the utter undoing of Peter , Felix , and myself . Our wild guffaws of laughter penetrated even Great-aunt Eliza 's deafness , and she glanced up with a startled face .
What we would have done I do not know had not Felicity at that moment appeared in the doorway with panic-stricken eyes and exclaimed , `` Cecily , come here XXXXX a moment . ''
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