Cecily could NOT eat her porridge ; she declared she had such a bad cold that she had no appetite ; a cold she certainly had ; the rest of us choked our messes down and after we had done so Peg asked us if we had noticed a soapy taste . `` The soap fell into the porridge while I was making it , '' she said . `` But , '' -- smacking her lips , -- `` I 'm going to make yez an Irish stew for dinner . It 'll be fine . '' An Irish stew concocted by Peg ! No wonder Dan said hastily , `` You are very kind but we 'll have to go right home . '' `` Yez ca n't walk , '' said Peg . `` Oh , yes , we can . The drifts are so hard they 'll carry , and the snow will be pretty well blown off the middle of the fields . It 's only three-quarters of a mile . We boys will go home and get a pung and come back for you girls . '' But the girls would n't listen to this . They must go with us , even Cecily . `` Seems to me yez were n't in such a hurry to leave last night , '' observed Peg sarcastically . `` Oh , it 's only because they 'll be so anxious about us at home , and it 's Sunday and we do n't want to miss Sunday School , '' explained Felicity . `` Well , I hope your Sunday School will do yez good , '' said Peg , rather grumpily . But she relented again at the last and gave Cecily a wishbone . `` Whatever you wish on that will come true , '' she said . `` But you only have the one wish , so do n't waste it . '' `` We 're so much obliged to you for all your trouble , '' said the Story Girl politely .
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