"I thought I'd never get it down--it was so hot with ginger--and there was so much of it! But I was so frightened of offending Peg I'd have tried to drink it all if there had been a bucketful.

Oh, yes, it's very easy for you all to laugh! You didn't have to drink it." "We had to eat two meals, though," said Felicity with a shiver.

"And I don't know when those dishes of hers were washed.

I just shut my eyes and took gulps." "Did you notice the soapy taste in the porridge ?" asked the Story Girl.
"Oh, there were so many queer tastes about it I didn't notice one more than another," answered Felicity wearily.
"What bothers me," remarked Peter absently, "is that skull.

Do you suppose Peg really finds things out by it ?" "Nonsense! How could she ?" scoffed Felix, bold as a lion in daylight.
"She didn't SAY she did, you know," I said cautiously.
"Well, we'll know in time if the things she said were going to happen do," mused Peter.
"Do you suppose your father is really coming home ?" queried Felicity.
"I hope not," answered Peter decidedly.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said Felicity severely.
"No, I oughtn't.