Why Do We think About Age?

Felcity

ELizabeth:

I couldn't keep focus on my stitching. I kept glancing att Felicity. sHe seemed pleased with herself. She had laughed when she first srrived, at the hearing the Bananabelle wasn't going to make it, due to some 'injuries'. That was the proof that it was her who had poured honey on Bananabelle and then provoked the bees to come and atack her. I tried to talk with her but she must of have known I knew.

Felicity:

I couldn't focus on my stitching. I was too busy thinking of the funny picture of Bananabelle running around her room with Bees following her, stinging, stinging, and stinging. Was I a gorrible persont o do that? MAybe. BUt I don't really care. She was ahorrible person to steal ben from me.

ELizabeth:

I knew I needed to tell Felicity that ben didn't like Bananabelle, but how?

"Felicity," I whispered.

"Yes?" Felicity asked, not looking up.

"Oh, um, we need to talk after class," I said.

"Hrmmm... Okay," Felicity said. Now I couldn't wait unti lafter class!

Felcity:

CLass eneded and Elizabeth had pulled me aside.

"HE doesn't like her. YOu didn't have to do that last night," ELizabeth said.

"Who?" I said.

"Ben. He doesn't like Bananabelle," Elizabeth said.

"Really? Oh dear! Well I hope what I did Shut Bananabelle up!" I said.

ELizabeth:

I sighed. "Well, let's hope she doesn't know it's you," I said.

"Yeah, that'd be horrid!" Felicity said.

"BUt if she hears you laughed when you 'found out' today, then she'll know t'was you! SO we should make she she doesn't learn of that," I said. I was a little worried BananaBelle would find out t'was felicity who did it.

"Oh, Elizabeth, who would tell her? Miss Manderly wouldn't find it proper to do around gossiping, and you wouldn't, and why in heavens sake would I?" Felicity said simply.

"Well.. I guess so," I said. Still worried.

"Oh well, come on, we'll go home and ride horses some, maybe?" Felicity said. Although, Elizabeth didn't know why she said 'maybe' because she didn't seem to want an answer.

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Ben:

I moved a few things around in the back room when I heard the front door ring. I made my way out there. it was Annabelle, but she looked, how do I say? Different.

"OH! Ben!" She said. She covered her face with her fan. "I didn't know if you would be here."

"I work here. Why would I not?" I said.

"I thought maybe it would be your day off, well I need some candles," She said.

"okay, I've got some back here. I'll be back in a moment." I said as I went to the back room to Look for the candles. I couldn't help but snicker at how funny Anabelle's face looked, all read a swolen.

Anabelle:

I couldn't belive it, I was sure it was Ben's lunch hour! My face was more then anything red and swolen. I fanned it hoping that would cool me down and have the color fade, whoever had made those bees go after me and poured honey on me was going to get it somhow. I just needed to know who. Then it struct me.

"Bitsy!" I exlaimed. I started pacing furiously. "She must've been jelouse of me, jelouse that ben loves me. Oh, she must love him. Oh I'll spread that like I wild fire! I know Bitsy douesn't like to be in the center of attention! Oh yes! I'll tell everyone!" Annabelle stamped her foot. ANd ben came through the door with ten candles. I quickly lifted up my fan.

"I only need five," I said.

"Okay, Here," Ben said, he handed me five of the ten candles he had been holding. I grabbedn then and nodded in thanks. then Turned to leave. But before I did, I decided to start the wild fire, with ben himself.

Ben:

"You know, I think bitsy is quite, how do I say? Fond, of you," Anabelle said.

"What?" I asked. I didn't really understand what she meant.

"I mean, she has quite liking for you," Anabelle said. And with that she left.

"elizabeth? Like me?" I said. Saying it but not really beliving it.