our bargain is off。 If I see you in church tomorrow； dressed as you are now； I'll give you my name and five dollars。 But I won't see you。 You'll shrink when you've had time to think it over。〃
〃I sha'n't；〃 said Cecily resolutely。
〃Well； we'll see。 And now come out to the barn with me。 I've got the prettiest little drove of calves out there you ever saw。 I want you to see them。〃
Mr。 Campbell took us all over his barns and was very affable。 He had beautiful horses； cows and sheep； and I enjoyed seeing them。 I don't think Cecily did； however。 She was very quiet and even Mr。 Campbell's handsome new span of dappled grays failed to arouse any enthusiasm in her。 She was already in bitter anticipation living over the martyrdom of the morrow。 On the way home she asked me seriously if I thought Mr。 Campbell would go to heaven when he died。
〃Of course he will；〃 I said。 〃Isn't he a member of the church？〃
〃Oh； yes； but I can't imagine him fitting into heaven。 You know he isn't really fond of anything but live stock。〃
〃He's fond of teasing people； I guess；〃 I responded。 〃Are you really going to church to…morrow in that dress； Sis？〃
〃If mother'll let me I'll have to；〃 said poor Cecily。 〃I won't let Mr。 Campbell triumph over me。 And I DO want to have as many names as Kitty has。 And I DO want to help the poor little Korean children。 But it will be simply dreadful。 I don't know whether I hope mother will or not。〃
I did not believe she would； but Aunt Janet sometimes could be depended on for the unexpected。 She laughed and told Cecily she could please herself。 Felicity was in a rage over it； and declared SHE wouldn't go to church if Cecily went in such a rig。 Dan sarcastically inquired if all she went to church for was to show off her fine clothes and look at other people's； then they quarrelled and didn't speak to each other for two days； much to Cecily's distress。
I suspect poor Sis wished devoutly that it might rain the next day； but it was gloriously fine。 We were all waiting in the orchard for the Story Girl who had not begun to dress for church until Cecily and Felicity were ready。 Felicity was her prettiest in flower…trimmed hat； crisp muslin； floating ribbons and trim black slippers。 Poor Cecily stood beside her mute and pale； in her faded school garb and heavy copper…toed boots。 But her face； if pale； was very determined。 Cecily； having put her hand to the plough； was not of those who turn back。
〃You do look just awful；〃 said Felicity。 〃I don't careI'm going to sit in Uncle James' pew。 I WON'T sit with you。 There will be so many strangers there； and all the Markdale people； and what will they think of you？ Some of them will never know the reason； either。〃
〃I wish the Story Girl would hurry；〃 was all poor Cecily said。 〃We're going to be late。 It wouldn't have been quite so hard if I could have got there before anyone and slipped quietly into our pew。〃
〃Here she comes at last；〃 said Dan。 〃Whywhat's she got on？〃
The Story Girl joined us with a quizzical smile on her face。 Dan whistled。 Cecily's pale cheeks flushed with understanding and gratitude。 The Story Girl wore her school print dress and hat also； and was gloveless and heavy shod。
〃You're not going to have to go through this all alone； Cecily；〃 she said。
〃Oh； it won't be half so hard now；〃 said Cecily； with a long breath of relief。
I fancy it was hard enough even then。 The Story Girl did not care a whit； but Cecily rather squirmed under the curious glances that were cast at her。 She afterwards told me that she really did not think she could have endured it if she had been alone。
Mr。 Campbell met us under the elms in the churchyard； with a twinkle in his eye。
〃Well； you did it； Miss；〃 he said to Cecily； 〃but you should have been alone。 That was what I meant。 I suppose you think you've cheated me nicely。〃
〃No； she doesn't；〃 spoke up the Story Girl undauntedly。 〃She was all dressed and ready to come before she knew I was going to dress the same way。 So she kept her bargain faithfully； Mr。 Campbell； and I think you were cruel to make her do it。〃
〃You do； eh？ Well； well； I hope you'll forgive me。 I didn't think she'd do itI was sure feminine vanity would win the day over missionary zeal。 It seems it didn'tthough how much was pure missionary zeal and how much just plain King spunk I'm doubtful。 I'll keep my promise； Miss。 You shall have your five dollars； and mind you put my name in the round space。 No five… cent corners for me。〃
CHAPTER XXIV
A TANTALIZING REVELATION
〃I shall have something to tell you in the orchard this evening；〃 said the Story Girl at breakfast one morning。 Her eyes were very bright and excited。 She looked as if she had not slept a great deal。 She had spent the previous evening with Miss Reade and had not returned until the rest of us were in bed。 Miss Reade had finished giving music lessons and was going home in a few days。 Cecily and Felicity were in despair over this and mourned as those without comfort。 But the Story Girl； who had been even more devoted to Miss Reade than either of them； had not； as I noticed； expressed any regret and seemed to be very cheerful over the whole matter。
〃Why can't you tell it now？〃 asked Felicity。
〃Because the evening is the nicest time to tell things in。 I only mentioned it now so that you would have something interesting to look forward to all day。〃
〃Is it about Miss Reade？〃 asked Cecily。
〃Never mind。〃
〃I'll bet she's going to be married；〃 I exclaimed； remembering the ring。
〃Is she？〃 cried Felicity and Cecily together。
The Story Girl threw an annoyed glance at me。 She did not like to have her dramatic announcements forestalled。
〃I don't say that it is about Miss Reade or that it isn't。 You must just wait till the evening。〃
〃I wonder what it is；〃 speculated Cecily； as the Story Girl left the room。
〃I don't believe it's much of anything；〃 said Felicity； beginning to clear away the breakfast dishes。 〃The Story Girl always likes to make so much out of so little。 Anyhow； I don't believe Miss Reade is going to be married。 She hasn't any beaus around here and Mrs。 Armstrong says she's sure she doesn't correspond with anybody。 Besides； if she was she wouldn't be likely to tell the Story Girl。〃
〃Oh； she might。 They're such friends； you know；〃 said Cecily。
〃Miss Reade is no better friends with her than she is with me and you；〃 retorted Felicity。
〃No； but sometimes it seems to me that she's a different kind of friend with the Story Girl than she is with me and you；〃 reflected Cecily。 〃I can't just explain what I mean。〃
〃No wonder。 Such nonsense；〃 sniffed Felicity。 〃It's only some girl's secret； anyway；〃 said Dan； loftily。 〃I don't feel much interest in it。〃
But he was on hand with the rest of us that evening； interest or no interest； in Uncle Stephen's Walk； where the ripening apples were beginning to glow like jewels among the boughs。
〃Now； are you going to tell us your news？〃 asked Felicity impatiently。
〃Miss Reade IS going to be married；〃 said the Story Girl。 〃She told me so last night。 She is going to be married in a fortnight's time。〃
〃Who to？〃 exclaimed the girls。
〃To〃the Story Girl threw a defiant glance at me as if to say； 〃You can't spoil the surprise of THIS； anyway；〃〃tothe Awkward Man。〃
For a few moments amazement literally held us dumb。
〃You're not in earnest； Sara Stanley？〃 gasped Felicity at last。
〃Indeed I am。 I thought you'd be astonished。 But I wasn't。 I've suspected it all summer； from little things I've noticed。 Don't you remember that evening last spring when I went a piece with Miss Reade and told you when I came back that a story was growing？ I guessed it from the way the Awkward Man looked at her when I stopped to speak to him over his garden fence。〃
〃Butthe Awkward Man！〃 said Felicity helplessly。 〃It doesn't seem possible。 Did Miss Reade tell you HERSELF？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃I suppose it must be true then。 But how did it ever come about？ He's SO shy and awkward。 How did he ever manage to get up enough spunk to ask her to marry him？〃
〃Maybe she asked him；〃 suggested Dan。
The Story Girl looked as if she might tell if she would。
〃I believe that WAS the way of it；〃 I said； to draw her on。
〃Not exactly；〃 she said reluctantly。 〃I know all about it but I can't tell you。 I guessed part from things I've seenand Miss Reade told me a good dealand the Awkward Man himself told me his side of it as we came home last night。 I met him just as I left Mr。 Armstrong's and we were together as far as his house。 It was dark and he just talked on as if he were talking to himselfI think he forgot I was there at all； once he got started。 He has never been shy or awkward with me； but he never talked as he did last night。〃
〃You might tell us what he said；〃 urged Cecily。 〃We'd never tell。〃
The Story Girl shook her head。
〃No； I can't。 You wouldn't understand。 Besides； I couldn't tell it just right。 It's one of the things that are hardest to tell。 I'd spoil it if I told itnow。 Perhaps some day I'll be able to tell it properly。 It's very beautifulbut it might sound very ridiculous if it wasn't told just exactly the righ