She looked as if she had not slept a great deal . She had spent the previous evening with Miss Reade and had not returned until the rest of us were in bed . Miss Reade had finished giving music lessons and was going home in a few days . Cecily and Felicity were in despair over this and mourned as those without comfort . But the Story Girl , who had been even more devoted to Miss Reade than either of them , had not , as I noticed , expressed any regret and seemed to be very cheerful over the whole matter . `` Why ca n't you tell it now ? '' asked Felicity . `` Because the evening is the nicest time to tell things in . I only mentioned it now so that you would have something interesting to look forward to all day . '' `` Is it about Miss Reade ? '' asked Cecily . `` Never mind . '' `` I 'll bet she 's going to be married , '' I exclaimed , remembering the ring . `` Is she ? '' cried Felicity and Cecily together . The Story Girl threw an annoyed glance at me . She did not like to have her dramatic announcements forestalled . `` I do n't say that it is about Miss Reade or that it is n't . You must just wait till the evening . '' `` I wonder what it is , '' speculated Cecily , as the Story Girl left the room .
`` I do n't believe it 's much XXXXX anything , '' said Felicity , beginning to clear away the breakfast dishes .
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