But little we cared for the gloom and the loneliness of the outside world ; we kept them at bay with the light of the fire and the laughter of our young lips . We had been having a splendid game of Blind-Man 's Buff . That is , it had been splendid at first ; but later the fun went out of it because we found that Peter was , of malice prepense , allowing himself to be caught too easily , in order that he might have the pleasure of catching Felicity -- which he never failed to do , no matter how tightly his eyes were bound . What remarkable goose said that love is blind ? Love can see through five folds of closely-woven muffler with ease ! `` I 'm getting tired , '' said Cecily , whose breath was coming rather quickly and whose pale cheeks had bloomed into scarlet . `` Let 's sit down and get the Story Girl to tell us a story . '' But as we dropped into our places the Story Girl shot a significant glance at me which intimated that this was the psychological moment for introducing the scheme she and I had been secretly developing for some days . It was really the Story Girl 's idea and none of mine . But she had insisted that I should make the suggestion as coming wholly from myself . `` If you do n't , Felicity wo n't agree to it . You know yourself , Bev , how contrary she 's been lately over anything I mention . And if she goes against it Peter will too -- the ninny ! -- and it would n't be any fun if we were n't all in it . '' `` What is it ? '' asked Felicity , drawing her chair slightly away from Peter 's . `` It is this . Let us get up a newspaper of our own -- write it all ourselves , and have all we do in it . Do n't you think we can get a lot of fun out of it ? '' Everyone looked rather blank and amazed , except the Story Girl .
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