He worked at it in the evenings in the granary loft , and the rest of us forebore to question him concerning it , because he evidently disliked talking about his literary efforts . But this evening I had to ask him if he would soon have it ready , as I wanted to make up the paper . `` It 's done , '' said Peter , with an air of gloomy triumph . `` It do n't amount to much , but anyhow I made it all out of my own head . Not one word of it was ever printed or told before , and nobody can say there was . '' `` Then I guess we have all the stuff in and I 'll have Our Magazine ready to read by tomorrow night , '' I said . `` I s ` pose it will be the last one we 'll have , '' sighed Cecily . `` We ca n't carry it on after you all go , and it has been such fun . '' `` Bev will be a real newspaper editor some day , '' declared the Story Girl , on whom the spirit of prophecy suddenly descended that night . She was swinging on the bough of an apple tree , with a crimson shawl wrapped about her head , and her eyes were bright with roguish fire . `` How do you know he will ? '' asked Felicity . `` Oh , I can tell futures , '' answered the Story Girl mysteriously . `` I know what 's going to happen to all of you . Shall I tell you ? '' `` Do , just for the fun of it , '' I said . `` Then some day we 'll know just how near you came to guessing right . Go on . What else about me ? '' `` You 'll write books , too , and travel all over the world , '' continued the Story Girl .
`` Felix will be fat to the end XXXXX his life , and he will be a grandfather before he is fifty , and he will wear a long black beard . ''
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