"If we don't we'll all have a cold, and then we'll be miserable enough, but it won't be very exciting." "All the same, I wish something exciting would happen," finished the Story Girl, as we walked up through the orchard, peopled with its nun-like shadows.
"There's a new moon tonight, so may be you'll get your wish," said Peter.

"My Aunt Jane didn't believe there was anything in the moon business, but you never can tell." The Story Girl did get her wish.

Something happened the very next day.
She joined us in the afternoon with a quite indescribable expression on her face, compounded of triumph, anticipation, and regret.

Her eyes betrayed that she had been crying, but in them shone a chastened exultation.

Whatever the Story Girl mourned over it was evident she was not without hope.
"I have some news to tell you," she said importantly.