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The Golden Road

I. A New Departure
"I've thought of something amusing for the winter," I said as we drew into a half-
circle around the glorious wood-fire in Uncle Alec's kitchen.
It had been a day of wild November wind, closing down into a wet, eerie twilight.
Outside, the wind was shrilling at the windows and around the eaves, and the
rain was playing on the roof. The old willow at the gate was writhing in the storm
and the orchard was a place of weird music, born of all the tears and fears that
haunt the halls of night. But little we cared for the gloom and the loneliness of the
outside world; we kept them at bay with the light of the fire and the laughter of
our young lips.
We had been having a splendid game of Blind-Man's Buff. That is, it had been
splendid at first; but later the fun went out of it because we found that Peter was,
of malice prepense, allowing himself to be caught too easily, in order that he
might have the pleasure of catching Felicity--which he never failed to do, no
matter how tightly his eyes were bound. What remarkable goose said that love is
blind? Love can see through five folds of closely-woven muffler with ease!
"I'm getting tired," said Cecily, whose breath was coming rather quickly and
whose pale cheeks had bloomed into scarlet. "Let's sit down and get the Story
Girl to tell us a story."
But as we dropped into our places the Story Girl shot a significant glance at me
which intimated that this was the psychological moment for introducing the
scheme she and I had been secretly developing for some days. It was really the
Story Girl's idea and none of mine. But she had insisted that I should make the
suggestion as coming wholly from myself.
"If you don't, Felicity won't agree to it. You know yourself, Bev, how contrary
she's been lately over anything I mention. And if she goes against it Peter will
too--the ninny!--and it wouldn't be any fun if we weren't all in it."
"What is it?" asked Felicity, drawing her chair slightly away from Peter's.
"It is this. Let us get up a newspaper of our own--write it all ourselves, and have
all we do in it. Don't you think we can get a lot of fun out of it?"
Everyone looked rather blank and amazed, except the Story Girl. She knew what
she had to do, and she did it.
"What a silly idea!" she exclaimed, with a contemptuous toss of her long brown
curls. "Just as if WE could get up a newspaper!"
Felicity fired up, exactly as we had hoped.
 
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