Eventually it turned back; then, and not till then, did we feel free to discuss our adventure.
"Well, I'm thankful we're out of THAT," said Felicity, drawing a long breath.

"Hasn't it just been an awful experience ?" "We might all have been found frozen stark and stiff this morning," remarked the Story Girl with apparent relish.
"I tell you, it was a lucky thing we got to Peg Bowen's," said Dan.
"Miss Marwood says there is no such thing as luck," protested Cecily.
"We ought to say it was Providence instead." "Well, Peg and Providence don't seem to go together very well, somehow," retorted Dan.

"If Peg is a witch it must be the Other One she's in co.
with." "Dan, it's getting to be simply scandalous the way you talk," said Felicity.

"I just wish ma could hear you." "Is soap in porridge any worse than tooth-powder in rusks, lovely creature ?" asked Dan.
"Dan, Dan," admonished Cecily, between her coughs, "remember it's Sunday." "It seems hard to remember that," said Peter.

"It doesn't seem a mite like Sunday and it seems awful long since yesterday." "Cecily, you've got a dreadful cold," said the Story Girl anxiously.
"In spite of Peg's ginger tea," added Felix.
"Oh, that ginger tea was AWFUL," exclaimed poor Cecily.