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We be all a-sailin', been't we?" said Aunt Electry, who was ninety years old, lighting her pipe; "only I wish 't some 't 's sailin' solitary had mates 't 's fit for 'em how is Vesty?" "I don't know," I began, afflicted with a sort of lightness of head. I wanted to take out Uncle Benny's pocket-mirror that I carried with me now. Was I beautiful, and tall, and fair? What had happened me!
This unspeakably base proceeding had the result, however, of discovering to them the glasses, with which they soon after entered, smiling. "Bill often hides our glasses," said Aunt Electry. "Does the goat often bunt you over?" I inquired, with dismay. "Shut up!" said the parrot, at the sound of my voice. "Oh, I see ye! I'll tell!"
"Ask me again," I pleaded; "I have been so seldom invited to tea. I have enjoyed it." Even the fate of the green melon and ginger preserves lay hard on my awakened conscience. But I made up for that. Not for this winter nor any winter, so long as they live, should Aunt Electry or Aunt Gozeman want either for preserves or less brilliant condiments.
"Indeed it is excellent " I began. "Oh, stow your gab!" sneered the parrot, in a suddenly gruff bass voice. Aunt Electry rose and stamped her foot at him. "He only knows what he 's been taught long ago by a friend," said Aunt Gozeman reassuringly; "he can't tell anything new, right out!" All the crime they imputed to me then was gluttony in the matter of preserves! Very well; I preferred that.
"Sing 'We be a-sailin', sister," said Aunt Electry, when we had retired again to the fireside. Miss Gozeman obediently began, in a soft, timid tremulo. "We are eout on the ocean sailing," came in mocking, strident accents from the wood-shed; "Oh, h ll! give us a rest!" But dear Aunt Gozeman sang right on, smiling pitifully: "'To our home beyond the tide."
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