But we ate them -- bless you , yes ! -- as we would have eaten any witch 's banquet set before us . Peg might or might not be a witch -- common sense said not ; but we knew she was quite capable of turning every one of us out of doors in one of her sudden fierce fits if we offended her ; and we had no mind to trust ourselves again to that wild forest where we had fought a losing fight with the demon forces of night and storm . But it was not an agreeable meal in more ways than one . Peg was not at all careful of anybody 's feelings . She hurt Felix 's cruelly as she passed him his cup of tea . `` You 've gone too much to flesh , boy . So the magic seed did n't work , hey ? '' How in the world had Peg found out about that magic seed ? Felix looked uncommonly foolish . `` If you 'd come to me in the first place I 'd soon have told you how to get thin , '' said Peg , nodding wisely . `` Wo n't you tell me now ? '' asked Felix eagerly , his desire to melt his too solid flesh overcoming his dread and shame . `` No , I do n't like being second fiddle , '' answered Peg with a crafty smile . `` Sara , you 're too scrawny and pale -- not much like your ma . I knew her well . She was counted a beauty , but she made no great things of a match . Your father had some money but he was a tramp like meself . Where is he now ? '' `` In Rome , '' said the Story Girl rather shortly .
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