
...a time. Felix and I, on the
May morning when we left Toronto for Prince Edward Island, had
not then heard her say it, and, indeed, were but barely aware of
the existence of such a person as the Story Girl. We did not
know her at all under that name. We knew only that a cousin,
Sara Stanley, whose mother, our Aunt Felicity, was dead, was
living down on the Island with Uncle Roger and Aunt Olivia King,
on...