The Story Girl

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CHAPTER I. THE HOME OF OUR FATHERS

“I do like a road, because you can be always wondering what is at the
end of it.”

The Story Girl said that once upon a time. Felix and I, on the May
morning when we left Toronto for Prince Edward Island, had not then
heard her say it, and, indeed, were but barely aware of the existence of
such a person as the Story Girl. We did not know her at all under that
name. We knew only that a cousin, Sara Stanley, whose mother, our Aunt
Felicity, was dead, was living down on the Island with Uncle Roger
and Aunt Olivia King, on a farm adjoining the old King homestead in
Carlisle. We supposed we should get acquainted with her when we reached
there, and we had an idea, from Aunt Olivia’s letters to father, that
she would be quite a jolly creature. Further than that we did not think
about her. We were more interested in Felicity and Cecily and Dan,
who lived on the homestead and would therefore be our roofmates for a
season.

But the spirit of the Story Girl’s yet unuttered remark was thrilling
in our hearts that morning, as the train pulled out of Toronto. We were
faring forth on a long road; and, though we had some idea what would be
at the end of it, there was enough glamour of the unknown about it to
lend a wonderful charm to our speculations concerning it.

We were delighted at the thought of seeing father’s old home, and living
among the haunts of his boyhood. He had talked so much to us about it,
and described its scenes so often and so minutely, that he had inspired
us with some of his own deep-seated affection for it--an affection that
had never waned in all his years of exile. We had a vague feeling that
we, somehow, belonged there, in that cradle of our family, though we had
never s