The Story Girl eBook

Once Peter was out of danger he recovered rapidly, but he found his convalescence rather tedious; and Aunt Olivia suggested to us one day that we write a “compound letter” to amuse him, until he could come to the window and talk to us from a safe distance.  The idea appealed to us; and, the day being Saturday and the apples all picked, we betook ourselves to the orchard to compose our epistles, Cecily having first sent word by a convenient caller to Sara Ray, that she, too, might have a letter ready.  Later, I, having at that time a mania for preserving all documents relating to our life in Carlisle, copied those letters in the blank pages at the back of my dream book.  Hence I can reproduce them verbatim, with the bouquet they have retained through all the long years since they were penned in that autumnal orchard on the hill, with its fading leaves and frosted grasses, and the “mild, delightsome melancholy” of the late October day enfolding.

CECILY’S LETTER

“DEAR PETER:—­I am so very glad and thankful that you are going to get better.  We were so afraid you would not last Tuesday, and we felt dreadful, even Felicity.  We all prayed for you.  I think the others have stopped now, but I keep it up every night still, for fear you might have a relaps. (I don’t know if that is spelled right.  I haven’t the dixonary handy, and if I ask the others Felicity will laugh at me, though she cannot spell lots of words herself.) I am saving some of the Honourable Mr. Whalen’s pears for you.  I’ve got them hid where nobody can find them.  There’s only a dozen because Dan et all the rest, but I guess you will like them.  We have got all the apples picked, and are all ready to take the measles now, if we have to, but I hope we won’t.  If we have to, though, I’d rather catch them from you than from any one else, because we are acquainted with you.  If I do take the measles and anything happens to me Felicity is to have my cherry vase.  I’d rather give it to the Story Girl, but Dan says it ought to be kept in the family, even if Felicity is a crank.  I haven’t anything else valuable, since I gave Sara Ray my forget-me-not jug, but if you would like anything I’ve got let me know and I’ll leave instructions for you to have it.  The Story Girl has told us some splendid stories lately.  I wish I was clever like her.  Ma says it doesn’t matter if you’re not clever as long as you are good, but I am not even very good.

“I think this is all my news, except that I want to tell you how much we all think of you, Peter.  When we heard you were sick we all said nice things about you, but we were afraid it was too late, and I said if you got better I’d tell you.  It is easier to write it than to tell it out to your face.  We think you are smart and polite and obliging and a great worker and a gentleman.

“Your true friend,
“CECILY KING.

“P.S.  If you answer my letter don’t say anything about the pears, because I don’t want Dan to find out there’s any left.  C. K.”