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Enter Prince Charming "I'm contrasting the claims of indoors and out," said Anne, looking from the window of Patty's Place to the distant pines of the park. "I've an afternoon to spend in sweet doing nothing, Aunt Jimsie. Shall I spend it here where there is a cosy fire, a plateful of delicious russets, three purring and harmonious cats, and two impeccable china dogs with green noses?
'Here's a letter! cried Jimsie, extracting a half-sheet of white paper from the crumpled brown, and giving it to his dear Christina. In bold, untidy writing she read 'With fondest love from Maggie. 'It's a peety Macgreegor didna see his intended the nicht, Mr. Robinson observed when his son, after a couple of hours at the parental hearth, had gone to bed, 'but we canna help trains bein' late.
After she had read it, she sat, staring into space; and when Stella had gone she smoothed out the crumpled manuscript. "I believe I will," she said resolutely. The Gardners'Call "Here is a letter with an Indian stamp for you, Aunt Jimsie," said Phil. "Here are three for Stella, and two for Pris, and a glorious fat one for me from Jo. There's nothing for you, Anne, except a circular."
It would be cheaper than any other way. Of course, we would have to have a housekeeper and I have one ready on the spot. You've heard me speak of Aunt Jamesina? She's the sweetest aunt that ever lived, in spite of her name. She can't help that! She was called Jamesina because her father, whose name was James, was drowned at sea a month before she was born. I always call her Aunt Jimsie.
'Oh, for ony favour gang to sleep an' rest yer brains. When Macgregor, alone save for the slumbering Jimsie, had opened the parcel he muttered savagely: 'Oh, dash it! I wish she had kep' her rotten socks to hersel'! and stuffed the gift behind the chest of drawers. The message he tore into a hundred fragments. Then he went to bed and slept better, perhaps, than he deserved.
The mother and sister saw his eyes change, his shoulders stiffen. 'Maybe something's gaun to happen at last, he said; and almost in the same breath, though in a different voice 'Christina's finished wi' me. It was ma ain fau't. Ye needna speak aboot it. I I'm no heedin' greatly. He cleared his throat. 'I'll awa' up to the works an' say guid-bye to father. Jimsie can come, if he likes.
"Oh, well, if you'll settle with Aunt Jimsie and the Sarah-cat," said Stella, with the air of one washing her hands of the whole affair. From that time Rusty was one of the family. He slept o'nights on the scrubbing cushion in the back porch and lived on the fat of the land. By the time Aunt Jamesina came he was plump and glossy and tolerably respectable.
The principal is dissatisfied with the assistant, or perhaps the assistant keeps pigeons, and the principal wants the water from the roof. Their wives and families are with them, living cheek by jowl. The children quarrel; Jockie hits Jimsie in the eye, and the mothers make haste to mingle in the dissension. Perhaps there is trouble about a broken dish; perhaps Mrs.
'Ye're hame suner nor ye intended, said Mrs. Robinson, during tea, which was partaken of without Mr. Robinson, who was 'extra busy' over munitions. 'Was Miss Tod wantin' ye? 'Macgreegor was wantin' her, piped Jimsie. 'So was I. 'Whisht, Jimsie, Jeannie murmured, blushing more than Christina. 'We jist got hame frae Rothesay last nicht, said Mrs.
'Whisht, Jimsie! whispered Jeannie. 'Seems to ha'e been a bad accident already! remarked John, laughing boisterously. 'John, said Lizzie, 'ye'll be late. Macgreegor'll maybe walk a bit o' the road wi' ye. They were well on their way to the engineering works, where Mr. Robinson was foreman, when Macgregor managed to say: 'I burst the twa pound on a ring.
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