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commendation because he laboured under the disadvantage of having
to furnish most of the questions as well as the answers. Miss
Felicity King has edited our helpful household department very
ably, and Miss Cecily King's fashion notes were always up to date.
The personal column was well looked after by Miss Sara Stanley and
the story page has been a marked success under the able management
of Mr. Peter Craig, to whose original story in this issue, "The
Battle of the Partridge Eggs," we would call especial attention.
The Exciting Adventure series has also been very popular.
And now, in closing, we bid farewell to our staff and thank them
one and all for their help and co-operation in the past year. We
have enjoyed our work and we trust that they have too. We wish
them all happiness and success in years to come, and we hope that
the recollection of Our Magazine will not be held least dear among
the memories of their childhood.
(SOBS FROM THE GIRLS): "INDEED IT WON'T!"
OBITUARY
On October eighteenth, Patrick Grayfur departed for that bourne
whence no traveller returns. He was only a cat, but he had been
our faithful friend for a long time and we aren't ashamed to be
sorry for him. There are lots of people who are not as friendly
and gentlemanly as Paddy was, and he was a great mouser. We
buried all that was mortal of poor Pat in the orchard and we are
never going to forget him. We have resolved that whenever the
date of his death comes round we'll bow our heads and pronounce
his name at the hour of his funeral. If we are anywhere where we
can't say the name out loud we'll whisper it.
"Farewell, dearest Paddy, in all the years that are to be
We'll cherish your memory faithfully."[1]
[1] The obituary was written by Mr. Felix King, but the two lines
of poetry were composed by Miss Sara Ray.
MY MOST EXCITING ADVENTURE
My most exciting adventure was the day I fell off Uncle Roger's
loft two years ago. I wasn't excited until it was all over
because I hadn't time to be. The Story Girl and I were looking
for eggs in the loft. It was filled with wheat straw nearly to
the roof and it was an awful distance from us to the floor. And
wheat straw is so slippery. I made a little spring and the straw
slipped from under my feet and there I was going head first down
from the loft. It seemed to me I was an awful long time falling,
but the Story Girl says I couldn't have been more than three
seconds. But I know that I thought five thoughts and there seemed
to be quite a long time between them. The first thing I thought
was, what has happened, because I really didn't know at first, it
was so sudden. Then after a spell I thought the answer, I am
falling off the loft. And then I thought, what will happen to me
when I strike the floor, and after another little spell I thought,
I'll be killed. And then I thought, well, I don't care. I really
wasn't a bit frightened. I just was quite willing to be killed.
If there hadn't been a big pile of chaff on the barn floor these
words would never have been written. But there was and I fell on
it and wasn't a bit hurt, only my hair and mouth and eyes and ears
got all full of chaff. The strange part is that I wasn't a bit
frightened when I thought I was going to be killed, but after all
the danger was over I was awfully frightened and trembled so the
Story Girl had to help me into the house.
FELICITY KING.
THE BATTLE OF THE PARTRIDGE EGGS
Once upon a time there lived about half a mile from a forrest a
farmer and his wife and his sons and daughters and a
granddaughter. The farmer and his wife loved this little girl
very much but she caused them great trouble by running away into
the woods and they often spent haf days looking for her. One day
she wondered further into the forrest than usual and she begun to
be hungry. Then night closed in. She asked a fox where she could
get something to eat. The fox told her he knew where there was a
partridges nest and a bluejays nest full of eggs. So he led her
to the nests and she took five eggs out of each. When the birds
came home they missed the eggs and flew into a rage. The bluejay
put on his topcoat and was going to the partridge for law when he
met the partridge coming to him. They lit up a fire and commenced
sining their deeds when they heard a tremendous howl close behind
them. They jumped up and put out the fire and were immejutly
attacked by five great wolves. The next day the little girl was
rambelling through the woods when they saw her and took her
prisoner. After she had confessed that she had stole the eggs
they told her to raise an army. They would have to fight over the
nests of eggs and whoever one would have the eggs. So the
partridge raised a great army of all kinds of birds except robins
and the little girl got all the robins and foxes and bees and
wasps. And best of all the little girl had a gun and plenty of
ammunishun. The leader of her army was a wolf. The result of the
battle was that all the birds were killed except the partridge and
the bluejay and they were taken prisoner and starved to death.
The little girl was then taken prisoner by a witch and cast into a
dunjun full of snakes where she died from their bites and people
who went through the forrest after that were taken prisoner by her
ghost and cast into the same dunjun where they died. About a year
after the wood turned into a gold castle and one morning
everything had vanished except a piece of a tree.
PETER CRAIG.
(DAN, WITH A WHISTLE:--"Well, I guess nobody can say Peter can't
write fiction after THAT."
SARA RAY, WIPING AWAY HER TEARS:--"It's a very interesting story,
but it ends SO sadly."
FELIX:--"What made you call it The Battle of the Partridge Eggs
when the bluejay had just as much to do with it?"
PETER, SHORTLY:--"Because it sounded better that way."
FELICITY:--"Did she eat the eggs raw?"
SARA RAY:--"Poor little thing, I suppose if you're starving you
can't be very particular."
CECILY, SIGHING:--"I wish you'd let her go home safe, Peter, and
not put her to such a cruel death."
BEVERLEY:--"I don't quite understand where the little girl got her
gun and ammunition."
PETER, SUSPECTING THAT HE IS BEING MADE FUN OF:--"If you could
write a better story, why didn't you? I give you the chance."
THE STORY GIRL, WITH A PRETERNATURALLY SOLEMN FACE:--"You
shouldn't criticize Peter's story like that. It's a fairy tale,
you know, and anything can happen in a fairy tale."
FELICITY:--"There isn't a word about fairies in it!"
CECILY:--"Besides, fairy tales always end nicely and this
doesn't."
PETER, SULKILY:--"I wanted to punish her for running away from
home."
DAN:--"Well, I guess you did it all right."
CECILY:--"Oh, well, it was very interesting, and that is all that
is really necessary in a story." )
PERSONALS
Mr. Blair Stanley is visiting friends and relatives in Carlisle.
He intends returning to Europe shortly. His daughter, Miss Sara,
will accompany him.
Mr. Alan King is expected home from South America next month. His
sons will return with him to Toronto. Beverley and Felix have
made hosts of friends during their stay in Carlisle and will be
much missed in social circles.
The Mission Band of Carlisle Presbyterian Church completed their
missionary quilt last week. Miss Cecily King collected the
largest sum on her square. Congratulations, Cecily.
Mr. Peter Craig will be residing in Markdale after October and
will attend school there this winter. Peter is a good fellow and
we all wish him success and prosperity.
Apple picking is almost ended. There was an unusually heavy crop
this year. Potatoes, not so good.
HOUSEHOLD DEPARTMENT
Apple pies are the order of the day.
Eggs are a very good price now. Uncle Roger says it isn't fair to
have to pay as much for a dozen little eggs as a dozen big ones,
but they go just as far.
FELICITY KING.
ETIQUETTE DEPARTMENT
F-l-t-y. Is it considered good form to eat peppermints in church?
Ans.; No, not if a witch gives them to you.
No, F-l-x, we would not call Treasure Island or the Pilgrim's
Progress dime novels.
Yes, P-t-r, when you call on a young lady and her mother offers
you a slice of bread and jam it is quite polite for you to accept
it.
DAN KING.
FASHION NOTES
Necklaces of roseberries are very much worn now.
It is considered smart to wear your school hat tilted over your
left eye.
Bangs are coming in. Em Frewen has them. She went to Summerside
for a visit and came back with them. All the girls in school are
going to bang their hair as soon as their mothers will let them.
But I do not intend to bang mine.
CECILY KING.
(SARA RAY, DESPAIRINGLY:--"I know ma will never let ME have
bangs.")
FUNNY PARAGRAPHS
D-n. What are details? C-l-y. I am not sure, but I think they
are things that are left over.
(CECILY, WONDERINGLY:--"I don't see why that was put among the
funny paragraphs. Shouldn't it have gone in the General
Information department?")
Old Mr. McIntyre's son on the Markdale Road had been very sick for
several years and somebody was sympathizing with him because his
son was going to die. "Oh," Mr. McIntyre said, quite easy, "he
might as weel be awa'. He's only retarding buzziness."
FELIX KING.
GENERAL INFORMATION BUREAU
P-t-r. What kind of people live in uninhabited places?
Ans.: Cannibals, likely.
FELIX KING.
CHAPTER XXXII
OUR LAST EVENING TOGETHER
IT was the evening before the day on which the Story Girl and
Uncle Blair were to leave us, and we were keeping our last tryst
together in the orchard where we had spent so many happy hours.
We had made a pilgrimage to all the old haunts--the hill field,
the spruce wood, the dairy, Grandfather King's willow, the Pulpit
Stone, Pat's grave, and Uncle Stephen's Walk; and now we
foregathered in the sere grasses about the old well and feasted on
the little jam turnovers Felicity had made that day specially for
the occasion.
"I wonder if we'll ever all be together again," sighed Cecily.
"I wonder when I'll get jam turnovers like this again," said the
Story Girl, trying to be gay but not making much of a success of
it.
"If Paris wasn't so far away I could send you a box of nice things
now and then," said Felicity forlornly, "but I suppose there's no
use thinking of that. Dear knows what they'll give you to eat
over there."
"Oh, the French have the reputation of being the best cooks in the
world," rejoined the Story Girl, "but I know they can't beat your
jam turnovers and plum puffs, Felicity. Many a time I'll be
hankering after them."
"If we ever do meet again you'll be grown up," said Felicity
gloomily.
"Well, you won't have stood still yourselves, you know."
to furnish most of the questions as well as the answers. Miss
Felicity King has edited our helpful household department very
ably, and Miss Cecily King's fashion notes were always up to date.
The personal column was well looked after by Miss Sara Stanley and
the story page has been a marked success under the able management
of Mr. Peter Craig, to whose original story in this issue, "The
Battle of the Partridge Eggs," we would call especial attention.
The Exciting Adventure series has also been very popular.
And now, in closing, we bid farewell to our staff and thank them
one and all for their help and co-operation in the past year. We
have enjoyed our work and we trust that they have too. We wish
them all happiness and success in years to come, and we hope that
the recollection of Our Magazine will not be held least dear among
the memories of their childhood.
(SOBS FROM THE GIRLS): "INDEED IT WON'T!"
OBITUARY
On October eighteenth, Patrick Grayfur departed for that bourne
whence no traveller returns. He was only a cat, but he had been
our faithful friend for a long time and we aren't ashamed to be
sorry for him. There are lots of people who are not as friendly
and gentlemanly as Paddy was, and he was a great mouser. We
buried all that was mortal of poor Pat in the orchard and we are
never going to forget him. We have resolved that whenever the
date of his death comes round we'll bow our heads and pronounce
his name at the hour of his funeral. If we are anywhere where we
can't say the name out loud we'll whisper it.
"Farewell, dearest Paddy, in all the years that are to be
We'll cherish your memory faithfully."[1]
[1] The obituary was written by Mr. Felix King, but the two lines
of poetry were composed by Miss Sara Ray.
MY MOST EXCITING ADVENTURE
My most exciting adventure was the day I fell off Uncle Roger's
loft two years ago. I wasn't excited until it was all over
because I hadn't time to be. The Story Girl and I were looking
for eggs in the loft. It was filled with wheat straw nearly to
the roof and it was an awful distance from us to the floor. And
wheat straw is so slippery. I made a little spring and the straw
slipped from under my feet and there I was going head first down
from the loft. It seemed to me I was an awful long time falling,
but the Story Girl says I couldn't have been more than three
seconds. But I know that I thought five thoughts and there seemed
to be quite a long time between them. The first thing I thought
was, what has happened, because I really didn't know at first, it
was so sudden. Then after a spell I thought the answer, I am
falling off the loft. And then I thought, what will happen to me
when I strike the floor, and after another little spell I thought,
I'll be killed. And then I thought, well, I don't care. I really
wasn't a bit frightened. I just was quite willing to be killed.
If there hadn't been a big pile of chaff on the barn floor these
words would never have been written. But there was and I fell on
it and wasn't a bit hurt, only my hair and mouth and eyes and ears
got all full of chaff. The strange part is that I wasn't a bit
frightened when I thought I was going to be killed, but after all
the danger was over I was awfully frightened and trembled so the
Story Girl had to help me into the house.
FELICITY KING.
THE BATTLE OF THE PARTRIDGE EGGS
Once upon a time there lived about half a mile from a forrest a
farmer and his wife and his sons and daughters and a
granddaughter. The farmer and his wife loved this little girl
very much but she caused them great trouble by running away into
the woods and they often spent haf days looking for her. One day
she wondered further into the forrest than usual and she begun to
be hungry. Then night closed in. She asked a fox where she could
get something to eat. The fox told her he knew where there was a
partridges nest and a bluejays nest full of eggs. So he led her
to the nests and she took five eggs out of each. When the birds
came home they missed the eggs and flew into a rage. The bluejay
put on his topcoat and was going to the partridge for law when he
met the partridge coming to him. They lit up a fire and commenced
sining their deeds when they heard a tremendous howl close behind
them. They jumped up and put out the fire and were immejutly
attacked by five great wolves. The next day the little girl was
rambelling through the woods when they saw her and took her
prisoner. After she had confessed that she had stole the eggs
they told her to raise an army. They would have to fight over the
nests of eggs and whoever one would have the eggs. So the
partridge raised a great army of all kinds of birds except robins
and the little girl got all the robins and foxes and bees and
wasps. And best of all the little girl had a gun and plenty of
ammunishun. The leader of her army was a wolf. The result of the
battle was that all the birds were killed except the partridge and
the bluejay and they were taken prisoner and starved to death.
The little girl was then taken prisoner by a witch and cast into a
dunjun full of snakes where she died from their bites and people
who went through the forrest after that were taken prisoner by her
ghost and cast into the same dunjun where they died. About a year
after the wood turned into a gold castle and one morning
everything had vanished except a piece of a tree.
PETER CRAIG.
(DAN, WITH A WHISTLE:--"Well, I guess nobody can say Peter can't
write fiction after THAT."
SARA RAY, WIPING AWAY HER TEARS:--"It's a very interesting story,
but it ends SO sadly."
FELIX:--"What made you call it The Battle of the Partridge Eggs
when the bluejay had just as much to do with it?"
PETER, SHORTLY:--"Because it sounded better that way."
FELICITY:--"Did she eat the eggs raw?"
SARA RAY:--"Poor little thing, I suppose if you're starving you
can't be very particular."
CECILY, SIGHING:--"I wish you'd let her go home safe, Peter, and
not put her to such a cruel death."
BEVERLEY:--"I don't quite understand where the little girl got her
gun and ammunition."
PETER, SUSPECTING THAT HE IS BEING MADE FUN OF:--"If you could
write a better story, why didn't you? I give you the chance."
THE STORY GIRL, WITH A PRETERNATURALLY SOLEMN FACE:--"You
shouldn't criticize Peter's story like that. It's a fairy tale,
you know, and anything can happen in a fairy tale."
FELICITY:--"There isn't a word about fairies in it!"
CECILY:--"Besides, fairy tales always end nicely and this
doesn't."
PETER, SULKILY:--"I wanted to punish her for running away from
home."
DAN:--"Well, I guess you did it all right."
CECILY:--"Oh, well, it was very interesting, and that is all that
is really necessary in a story." )
PERSONALS
Mr. Blair Stanley is visiting friends and relatives in Carlisle.
He intends returning to Europe shortly. His daughter, Miss Sara,
will accompany him.
Mr. Alan King is expected home from South America next month. His
sons will return with him to Toronto. Beverley and Felix have
made hosts of friends during their stay in Carlisle and will be
much missed in social circles.
The Mission Band of Carlisle Presbyterian Church completed their
missionary quilt last week. Miss Cecily King collected the
largest sum on her square. Congratulations, Cecily.
Mr. Peter Craig will be residing in Markdale after October and
will attend school there this winter. Peter is a good fellow and
we all wish him success and prosperity.
Apple picking is almost ended. There was an unusually heavy crop
this year. Potatoes, not so good.
HOUSEHOLD DEPARTMENT
Apple pies are the order of the day.
Eggs are a very good price now. Uncle Roger says it isn't fair to
have to pay as much for a dozen little eggs as a dozen big ones,
but they go just as far.
FELICITY KING.
ETIQUETTE DEPARTMENT
F-l-t-y. Is it considered good form to eat peppermints in church?
Ans.; No, not if a witch gives them to you.
No, F-l-x, we would not call Treasure Island or the Pilgrim's
Progress dime novels.
Yes, P-t-r, when you call on a young lady and her mother offers
you a slice of bread and jam it is quite polite for you to accept
it.
DAN KING.
FASHION NOTES
Necklaces of roseberries are very much worn now.
It is considered smart to wear your school hat tilted over your
left eye.
Bangs are coming in. Em Frewen has them. She went to Summerside
for a visit and came back with them. All the girls in school are
going to bang their hair as soon as their mothers will let them.
But I do not intend to bang mine.
CECILY KING.
(SARA RAY, DESPAIRINGLY:--"I know ma will never let ME have
bangs.")
FUNNY PARAGRAPHS
D-n. What are details? C-l-y. I am not sure, but I think they
are things that are left over.
(CECILY, WONDERINGLY:--"I don't see why that was put among the
funny paragraphs. Shouldn't it have gone in the General
Information department?")
Old Mr. McIntyre's son on the Markdale Road had been very sick for
several years and somebody was sympathizing with him because his
son was going to die. "Oh," Mr. McIntyre said, quite easy, "he
might as weel be awa'. He's only retarding buzziness."
FELIX KING.
GENERAL INFORMATION BUREAU
P-t-r. What kind of people live in uninhabited places?
Ans.: Cannibals, likely.
FELIX KING.
CHAPTER XXXII
OUR LAST EVENING TOGETHER
IT was the evening before the day on which the Story Girl and
Uncle Blair were to leave us, and we were keeping our last tryst
together in the orchard where we had spent so many happy hours.
We had made a pilgrimage to all the old haunts--the hill field,
the spruce wood, the dairy, Grandfather King's willow, the Pulpit
Stone, Pat's grave, and Uncle Stephen's Walk; and now we
foregathered in the sere grasses about the old well and feasted on
the little jam turnovers Felicity had made that day specially for
the occasion.
"I wonder if we'll ever all be together again," sighed Cecily.
"I wonder when I'll get jam turnovers like this again," said the
Story Girl, trying to be gay but not making much of a success of
it.
"If Paris wasn't so far away I could send you a box of nice things
now and then," said Felicity forlornly, "but I suppose there's no
use thinking of that. Dear knows what they'll give you to eat
over there."
"Oh, the French have the reputation of being the best cooks in the
world," rejoined the Story Girl, "but I know they can't beat your
jam turnovers and plum puffs, Felicity. Many a time I'll be
hankering after them."
"If we ever do meet again you'll be grown up," said Felicity
gloomily.
"Well, you won't have stood still yourselves, you know."
- column [´kɔləm]
n.柱；柱状物；纵队 (初中英语单词) - series [´siəri:z] n.连续；系列；丛书 (初中英语单词)
- farewell [feə´wel] int.再见 n.&a.告别 (初中英语单词)
- faithful [´feiθfəl] a.忠实的；可靠的 (初中英语单词)
- ashamed [ə´ʃeimd] a.惭愧；不好意思 (初中英语单词)
- orchard [´ɔ:tʃəd] n.果园 (初中英语单词)
- whenever [wen´evə] conj.&ad.无论何时 (初中英语单词)
- funeral [´fju:nərəl] n.葬礼，丧葬；困难 (初中英语单词)
- anywhere [´eniweə] ad.无论何处；任何地方 (初中英语单词)
- whisper [´wispə] v.耳语 n.低语；沙沙声 (初中英语单词)
- poetry [´pəuitri] n.诗；诗意 (初中英语单词)
- willing [´wiliŋ] a.情愿的，乐意的 (初中英语单词)
- running [´rʌniŋ] a.奔跑的；流动的 (初中英语单词)
- tremendous [tri´mendəs] a.可怕的；巨大的 (初中英语单词)
- solemn [´sɔləm] a.严肃的；隆重的 (初中英语单词)
- nicely [naisli] ad.恰好地；谨慎地 (初中英语单词)
- punish [´pʌniʃ] vt.(惩)罚；痛击；折磨 (初中英语单词)
- shortly [´ʃɔ:tli] ad.立刻，马上；不久 (初中英语单词)
- mission [´miʃən] n.代表团；使馆vt.派遣 (初中英语单词)
- polite [pə´lait] a.有礼貌的；温和的 (初中英语单词)
- grandfather [´grænd,fɑ:ðə] n.(外)祖父；祖先 (初中英语单词)
- willow [´wiləu] n.柳树 (初中英语单词)
- disadvantage [,disəd´vɑ:ntidʒ] n.不利(条件)；损失 (高中英语单词)
- partridge [´pɑ:tridʒ] n.鹧鸪；石鸡 (高中英语单词)
- recollection [,rekə´lekʃən] n.回忆；追想；记忆力 (高中英语单词)
- mortal [´mɔ:tl] a.致命的 n.凡人 (高中英语单词)
- cherish [´tʃeriʃ] vt.珍爱；怀有(感情) (高中英语单词)
- slippery [´slipəri] a.滑的；不稳固的 (高中英语单词)
- awfully [´ɔ:fuli] ad.令人畏惧地 (高中英语单词)
- whoever [hu:´evə] pron.任何人，无论谁 (高中英语单词)
- fiction [´fikʃən] n.小说；虚构；谎言 (高中英语单词)
- spruce [spru:s] n.云杉木 a.&v.整洁 (高中英语单词)
- specially [´speʃəli] ad.专门地；特别地 (高中英语单词)
- resolved [ri´zɔlvd] a.决心的；坚定的 (英语四级单词)
- composed [kəm´pəuzd] a.镇静自若的 (英语四级单词)
- presbyterian [,prezbi´tiəriən] a.长老会(制)的 (英语四级单词)
- unusually [ʌn´ju:ʒuəli] ad.异常地；非常 (英语四级单词)
- pilgrimage [´pilgrimidʒ] n.朝圣；远游；人生历程 (英语四级单词)
- trying [´traiiŋ] a.难堪的；费劲的 (英语四级单词)
- reputation [repju´teiʃən] n.名誉；名声；信誉 (英语四级单词)
- commendation [,kɔmən´deiʃən] n.称赞，表扬；推荐 (英语六级单词)
- especial [i´speʃəl] a.特别的，特殊的 (英语六级单词)
- departed [di´pɑ:tid] a.已往的；已故的 (英语六级单词)
- felicity [fi´lisiti] n.幸福；(措词)适当 (英语六级单词)
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