Some of us had more than others , but we all received enough to make us feel comfortably that we were not unduly neglected in the matter . The contents of the box which the Story Girl 's father had sent her from Paris made our eyes stick out . It was full of beautiful things , among them another red silk dress -- not the bright , flame-hued tint of her old one , but a rich , dark crimson , with the most distracting flounces and bows and ruffles ; and with it were little red satin slippers with gold buckles , and heels that made Aunt Janet hold up her hands in horror . Felicity remarked scornfully that she would have thought the Story Girl would get tired wearing red so much , and even Cecily commented apart to me that she thought when you got so many things all at once you did n't appreciate them as much as when you only got a few . `` I 'd never get tired of red , '' said the Story Girl . `` I just love it -- it 's so rich and glowing . When I 'm dressed in red I always feel ever so much cleverer than in any other colour . Thoughts just crowd into my brain one after the other . Oh , you darling dress -- you dear , sheeny , red-rosy , glistening , silky thing ! '' She flung it over her shoulder and danced around the kitchen . `` Do n't be silly , Sara , '' said Aunt Janet , a little stimy . She was a good soul , that Aunt Janet , and had a kind , loving heart in her ample bosom . But I fancy there were times when she thought it rather hard that the daughter of a roving adventurer -- as she considered him -- like Blair Stanley should disport herself in silk dresses , while her own daughters must go clad in gingham and muslin -- for those were the days when a feminine creature got one silk dress in her lifetime , and seldom more than one . The Story Girl also got a present from the Awkward Man -- a little , shabby , worn volume with a great many marks on the leaves . `` Why , it is n't new -- it 's an old book ! '' exclaimed Felicity . `` I did n't think the Awkward Man was mean , whatever else he was . '' `` Oh , you do n't understand , Felicity , '' said the Story Girl patiently . `` And I do n't suppose I can make you understand . But I 'll try .
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