She thought Uncle Roger was saying grace all the time." "I don't think it's right to tell funny stories about such things," said Felicity coldly.

"And I asked for your opinion, not for a story." "If we don't ask her, Felix must say it, for he's the only one who can, and we must have it, or she'd be shocked." "Oh, ask her--ask her," advised Felix hastily.
She was asked accordingly and said grace without any hesitation, after which she proceeded to eat heartily of the excellent supper Felicity had provided.

The rusks were especially good and Great-aunt Eliza ate three of them and praised them.

Apart from that she said little and during the first part of the meal we sat in embarrassed silence.

Towards the last, however, our tongues were loosened, and the Story Girl told us a tragic tale of old Charlottetown and a governor's wife who had died of a broken heart in the early days of the colony.
"They say that story isn't true," said Felicity.