Some people think she is stiff and some say she is stuck-up , but she is n't a bit . It 's just that she is different from them and they do n't like it . She is just lovely and we adore her . -RRB- CECILY KING . CHAPTER X. DISAPPEARANCE OF PADDY As I remember , the spring came late that year in Carlisle . It was May before the weather began to satisfy the grown-ups . But we children were more easily pleased , and we thought April a splendid month because the snow all went early and left gray , firm , frozen ground for our rambles and games . As the days slipped by they grew more gracious ; the hillsides began to look as if they were thinking of mayflowers ; the old orchard was washed in a bath of tingling sunshine and the sap stirred in the big trees ; by day the sky was veiled with delicate cloud drift , fine and filmy as woven mist ; in the evenings a full , low moon looked over the valleys , as pallid and holy as some aureoled saint ; a sound of laughter and dream was on the wind and the world grew young with the mirth of April breezes . `` It 's so nice to be alive in the spring , '' said the Story Girl one twilight as we swung on the boughs of Uncle Stephen 's walk . `` It 's nice to be alive any time , '' said Felicity , complacently . `` But it 's nicer in the spring , '' insisted the Story Girl . `` When I 'm dead I think I 'll FEEL dead all the rest of the year , but when spring comes I 'm sure I 'll feel like getting up and being alive again . '' `` You do say such queer things , '' complained Felicity . `` You wo n't be really dead any time . You 'll be in the next world . And I think it 's horrid to talk about people being dead anyhow . '' `` We 've all got to die , '' said Sara Ray solemnly , but with a certain relish . It was as if she enjoyed looking forward to something in which nothing , neither an unsympathetic mother , nor the cruel fate which had made her a colourless little nonentity , could prevent her from being the chief performer . `` I sometimes think , '' said Cecily , rather wearily , `` that it is n't so dreadful to die young as I used to suppose . '' She prefaced her remark with a slight cough , as she had been all too apt to do of late , for the remnants of the cold she had caught the night we were lost in the storm still clung to her .
`` Do n't talk such nonsense , Cecily , '' cried the Story Girl XXXXX unwonted sharpness , a sharpness we all understood .
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