CHAPTER IX. EXTRACTS FROM THE FEBRUARY AND MARCH NUMBERS OF “OUR

MAGAZINE”

RESOLUTION HONOUR ROLL

Miss Felicity King.

HONOURABLE MENTION

Mr. Felix King. Mr. Peter Craig. Miss Sara Ray.

EDITORIAL

The editor wishes to make a few remarks about the Resolution Honour

Roll. As will be seen, only one name figures on it. Felicity says she

has thought a beautiful thought every morning before breakfast without

missing one morning, not even the one we were at Peg Bowen’s. Some of

our number think it not fair that Felicity should be on the honour

roll (FELICITY, ASIDE: “That’s Dan, of course.”) when she only made one

resolution and won’t tell us what any of the thoughts were. So we

have decided to give honourable mention to everybody who has kept one

resolution perfect. Felix has worked all his arithmetic problems by

himself. He complains that he never got more than a third of them

right and the teacher has marked him away down; but one cannot keep

resolutions without some inconvenience. Peter has never played tit-tat-x

in church or got drunk and says it wasn’t as bad as he expected. (PETER,

INDIGNANTLY: “I never said it.” CECILY, SOOTHINGLY: “Now, Peter, Bev

only meant that as a joke.”) Sara Ray has never talked any mean gossip,

but does not find conversation as interesting as it used to be. (SARA

RAY, WONDERINGLY: “I don’t remember of saying that.”)

Felix did not eat any apples until March, but forgot and ate seven the

day we were at Cousin Mattie’s. (FELIX: “I only ate five!”) He soon

gave up trying to say what he thought always. He got into too much

trouble. We think Felix ought to change to old Grandfather King’s rule.

It was, “Hold your tongue when you can, and when you can’t tell the

truth.” Cecily feels she has not read all the good books she might,

because some she tried to read were very dull and the Pansy books were

so much more interesting. And it is no use trying not to feel bad

because her hair isn’t curly and she has marked that resolution out.

The Story Girl came very near to keeping her resolution to have all the

good times possible, but she says she missed two, if not three, she

might have had. Dan refuses to say anything about his resolutions and

so does the editor.

PERSONALS

We regret that Miss Cecily King is suffering from a severe cold.

Mr. Alexander Marr of Markdale died very suddenly last week. We never

heard of his death till he was dead.

Miss Cecily King wishes to state that she did not ask the question about

“Holy Moses” and the other word in the January number. Dan put it in for

a mean joke.

The weather has been cold and fine. We have only had one bad storm. The

coasting on Uncle Roger’s hill continues good.

Aunt Eliza did not favour us with a visit after all. She took cold and

had to go home. We were sorry that she had a cold but glad that she had

to go home. Cecily said she thought it wicked of us to be glad. But when

we asked her “cross her heart” if she wasn’t glad herself she had to say

she was.

Miss Cecily King has got three very distinguished names on her quilt

square. They are the Governor and his wife and a witch’s.

The King family had the honour of entertaining the Governor’s wife to

tea on February the seventeenth. We are all invited to visit Government

House but some of us think we won’t go.

A tragic event occurred last Tuesday. Mrs. James Frewen came to tea and

there was no pie in the house. Felicity has not yet fully recovered.

A new boy is coming to school. His name is Cyrus Brisk and his folks

moved up from Markdale. He says he is going to punch Willy Fraser’s head

if Willy keeps on thinking he is Miss Cecily King’s beau.

(CECILY: “I haven’t ANY beau! I don’t mean to think of such a thing for

at least eight years yet!”)

Miss Alice Reade of Charlottetown Royalty has come to Carlisle to teach

music. She boards at Mr. Peter Armstrong’s. The girls are all going to

take music lessons from her. Two descriptions of her will be found in

another column. Felix wrote one, but the girls thought he did not do her

justice, so Cecily wrote another one. She admits she copied most of the

description out of Valeria H. Montague’s story Lord Marmaduke’s First,

Last, and Only Love; or the Bride of the Castle by the Sea, but says

they fit Miss Reade better than anything she could make up.

HOUSEHOLD DEPARTMENT

Always keep the kitchen tidy and then you needn’t mind if company comes

unexpectedly.

ANXIOUS INQUIRER: We don’t know anything that will take the stain out

of a silk dress when a soft-boiled egg is dropped on it. Better not wear

your silk dress so often, especially when boiling eggs.

Ginger tea is good for colds.

OLD HOUSEKEEPER: Yes, when the baking-powder gives out you can use

tooth-powder instead.

(FELICITY: “I never wrote that! I don’t care, I don’t think it’s fair

for other people to be putting things in my department!”)

Our apples are not keeping well this year. They are rotting; and besides

father says we eat an awful lot of them.

PERSEVERANCE: I will give you the recipe for dumplings you ask for.

But remember it is not everyone who can make dumplings, even from the

recipe. There’s a knack in it.

If the soap falls into the porridge do not tell your guests about it

until they have finished eating it because it might take away their

appetite.

FELICITY KING.

ETIQUETTE DEPARTMENT

P-r C-g:--Do not criticize people’s noses unless you are sure they can’t

hear you, and don’t criticize your best girl’s great-aunt’s nose in any

case.

(FELICITY, TOSSING HER HEAD: “Oh, my! I s’pose Dan thought that was

extra smart.”)

C-y K-g:--When my most intimate friend walks with another girl and

exchanges lace patterns with her, what ought I to do? Ans. Adopt a

dignified attitude.

F-y K-g:--It is better not to wear your second best hat to church, but

if your mother says you must it is not for me to question her decision.

(FELICITY: “Dan just copied that word for word out of the Family Guide,

except about the hat part.”)

P-r C-g:--Yes, it would be quite proper to say good evening to the

family ghost if you met it.

F-x K-g:--No, it is not polite to sleep with your mouth open. What’s

more, it isn’t safe. Something might fall into it.

DAN KING.

FASHION NOTES

Crocheted watch pockets are all the rage now. If you haven’t a watch

they do to carry your pencil in or a piece of gum.

It is stylish to have hair ribbons to match your dress. But it is hard

to match gray drugget. I like scarlet for that.

It is stylish to pin a piece of ribbon on your coat the same colour as

your chum wears in her hair. Mary Martha Cowan saw them doing it in town

and started us doing it here. I always wear Kitty’s ribbon and Kitty

wears mine, but the Story Girl thinks it is silly.

CECILY KING.

AN ACCOUNT OF OUR VISIT TO COUSIN MATTIE’S

We all walked over to Cousin Mattie’s last week. They were all well

there and we had a fine dinner. On our way back a snow-storm came up and

we got lost in the woods. We didn’t know where we were or nothing. If we

hadn’t seen a light I guess we’d all have been frozen and snowed over,

and they would never have found us till spring and that would be very

sad. But we saw a light and made for it and it was Peg Bowen’s. Some

people think she is a witch and it’s hard to tell, but she was real

hospitable and took us all in. Her house was very untidy but it was

warm. She has a skull. I mean a loose skull, not her own. She lets on it

tells her things, but Uncle Alec says it couldn’t because it was only an

Indian skull that old Dr. Beecham had and Peg stole it when he died,

but Uncle Roger says he wouldn’t trust himself with Peg’s skull for

anything. She gave us supper. It was a horrid meal. The Story Girl says

I must not tell what I found in the bread and butter because it would

be too disgusting to read in Our Magazine but it don’t matter because

we were all there, except Sara Ray, and know what it was. We stayed all

night and us boys slept in straw. None of us had ever slept on straw

before. We got home in the morning. That is all I can write about our

visit to Cousin Mattie’s.

FELIX KING.

MY WORST ADVENTURE

It’s my turn to write it so I suppose I must. I guess my worst adventure

was two years ago when a whole lot of us were coasting on Uncle Rogers

hill. Charlie Cowan and Fred Marr had started, but half-way down their

sled got stuck and I run down to shove them off again. Then I stood

there just a moment to watch them with my back to the top of the hill.

While I was standing there Rob Marr started Kitty and Em Frewen off on

his sled. His sled had a wooden tongue in it and it slanted back over

the girls’ heads. I was right in the way and they yelled to me to get

out, but just as I heard them it struck me. The sled took me between the

legs and I was histed back over the tongue and dropped in a heap behind

before I knew what had happened to me. I thought a tornado had struck

me. The girls couldn’t stop though they thought I was killed, but Rob

came tearing down and helped me up. He was awful scared but I wasn’t

killed nor my back wasn’t broken but my nose bled something awful and

kept on bleeding for three days. Not all the time but by spells.

DAN KING.

THE STORY OF HOW CARLISLE GOT ITS NAME

This is a true story to. Long ago there was a girl lived in charlotte

town. I dont know her name so I cant right it and maybe it is just as

well for Felicity might think it wasnt romantik like Miss Jemima Parrs.

She was awful pretty and a young englishman who had come out to make his

fortune fell in love with her and they were engaged to be married the

next spring. His name was Mr. Carlisle. In the winter he started off to

hunt cariboo for a spell. Cariboos lived on the island then. There aint

any here now. He got to where it is Carlisle now. It wasn’t anything

then only woods and a few indians. He got awful sick and was sick for

ever so long in a indian camp and only an old micmac squaw to wait on

him. Back in town they all thought he was dead and his girl felt bad for

a little while and then got over it and took up with another beau. The

girls say that wasnt romantik but I think it was sensible but if it had

been me that died I’d have felt bad if she forgot me so soon. But he

hadnt died and when he got back to town he went right to her house

and walked in and there she was standing up to be married to the other

fellow. Poor Mr. Carlisle felt awful. He was sick and week and it went

to his head. He just turned and run and run till he got back to the old

micmac’s camp and fell in front of it. But the indians had gone because

it was spring and it didnt matter because he really was dead this time

and people come looking for him from town and found him and buryed him

there and called the place after him. They say the girl was never happy

again and that was hard lines on her but maybe she deserved it.

PETER CRAIG.

MISS ALICE READE

Miss Alice Reade is a very pretty girl. She has kind of curly blackish

hair and big gray eyes and a pale face. She is tall and thin but her

figure is pretty fair and she has a nice mouth and a sweet way of

speaking. The girls are crazy about her and talk about her all the time.

FELIX KING.

BEAUTIFUL ALICE

That is what we girls call Miss Reade among ourselves. She is divinely

beautiful. Her magnificent wealth of raven hair flows back in glistening

waves from her sun-kissed brow. (DAN: “If Felix had said she was

sunburned you’d have all jumped on him.” (CECILY, COLDLY: “Sun-kissed

doesn’t mean sunburned.” DAN: “What does it mean then?” CECILY,

EMBARRASSED: “I--I don’t know. But Miss Montague says the Lady

Geraldine’s brow was sun-kissed and of course an earl’s daughter

wouldn’t be sunburned. “THE STORY GIRL: “Oh, don’t interrupt the reading

like this. It spoils it.”) Her eyes are gloriously dark and deep, like

midnight lakes mirroring the stars of heaven. Her features are like

sculptured marble and her mouth is a trembling, curving Cupid’s bow.

(PETER, ASIDE: “What kind of a thing is that?”) Her creamy skin is as

fair and flawless as the petals of a white lily. Her voice is like the

ripple of a woodland brook and her slender form is matchless in its

symmetry. (DAN: “That’s Valeria’s way of putting it, but Uncle Roger

says she don’t show her feed much.” FELICITY: “Dan! if Uncle Roger is

vulgar you needn’t be!”) Her hands are like a poet’s dreams. She dresses

so nicely and looks so stylish in her clothes. Her favourite colour is

blue. Some people think she is stiff and some say she is stuck-up, but

she isn’t a bit. It’s just that she is different from them and they

don’t like it. She is just lovely and we adore her.)

CECILY KING.

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