“I think we’d better all give her something,” said Felicity. “I’m willing to do that. But who’s going to take the presents to her?”
“We must all go together,” said the Story Girl.
“I won’t,” cried Sara Ray in terror. “I wouldn’t go near Peg Bowen’s house for the world, no matter who was with me.”
“I’ve thought of a plan,” said the Story Girl. “Let’s all give her something, as Felicity says. And let us all go up to her place this evening, and if we see her outside we’ll just go quietly and set the things down before her with the letter, and say nothing but come respectfully away.”
“If she’ll let us,” said Dan significantly.
“Can Peg read a letter?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. Aunt Olivia says she is a good scholar. She went to school and was a smart girl until she became crazy. We’ll write it very plain.”
“What if we don’t see her?” asked Felicity.
“We’ll put the things on her doorstep then and leave them.”
“She may be miles away over the country by this time,” sighed Cecily, “and never find them until it’s too late for Pat. But it’s the only thing to do. What can we give her?”