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They found Miss Eulie in the parlor, pensively packing up some dear little relics of a home she supposed lost. Gregory put his arm around her and said, "Aunty, I'm going to claim relationship right away; put those things back where you found them, and sit down here in the cosiest corner of the hearth, your place from this time forth." "How is this?" she exclaimed, in breathless astonishment.
All they would have to take with them would be their clothing and small belongings, because any other things needed they would find in the castle: bedsteads, tables, chairs, and all that was necessary for the kitchen. They were all very thankful for this good advice. In those weeks that had passed so quickly, Madame Slavkovsky moved with her father and Aunty Moravec to the castle.
It was the sort of food that did her more good than the very thick bread-and-butter that they gave her, and the rough Commodore's broken whisper, "Bear up, Aunty, it's a hard blow; but we'll weather it somehow;" cheered her more than the sloppy cup he brought her, full of tea as bitter as if some salt tear of his own had dropped into it on the way.
Yet both said eagerly together: "Why, what do YOU know about it, Aunty?" "A great deal," returned Aunt Viney quietly, holding her tatting up to the light and examining the stitches with a critical eye. "I've got my eyes about me, thank heaven! even if my ears don't understand the language. And there's a great deal, my dears, that you young people might learn from these Papists."
My uncle slipped noiselessly out to where Aunty Boone stood, her head so near to the canvas wagon-cover inside of which I lay that I could hear all that was said. She was always a night prowler. What other women learn now from the evening newspaper or from neighborly gossip she, being created without a sense of fear, went forth in her time and gathered at first hand.
Her riding-dress of blue was belted and buttoned with silver; a tiny blue cap with long blue plumes was on her head; and altogether she seemed to Alice like a fairy princess, or one of those girls in story-books who turn out to be kings' daughters or something else remarkable. "O Aunty! come here do come," cried Alice. Just then the procession halted directly beneath the window.
"I declare for't, Janice!" she exclaimed. "What you done now?" "Nothing, Aunty save to put a pretty bunch of lilacs on the table for you." "An' them lilacs is always fragrant," agreed the lady. "Who went for the water? Is Marty up?" "Marty wouldn't lose his beauty sleep," laughed Janice. "For the mercy's sake!" gasped Aunt 'Mira. "The pump bench is wet. I declare for't!
In the rear of the tents were temporary kitchens, presided over in most instances by some old, trusted aunty of ebon hue, whose pride it was to prepare the meals for her tent, and to hear her cooking praised by the preachers and the less distinguished guests of master and mistress.
Longfellow, on passing our house, told aunty that he was coming in the afternoon, to speak to me; aunty was worried and so was I, but when he came I happened to be singing Schubert's "Dein ist mein Herz," one of aunty's songs, and he said, "Go on. Please don't stop."
"Oh, I can't see him," she declared involuntarily. "Who is it?" asked old Mr. King, laying down the evening paper. "O, Grandpapa!" cried Polly, all in a tremor at the thought of his displeasure, "it does not matter. I can send word that I do not see any one now that Aunty is ill, and" "Polly, child," said the old gentleman, seriously displeased, "come and tell me at once who has called upon you."
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