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Mayton wrinkled her brows for a moment, and finally asked: "Is Mr. Burton the uncle you are looking for?" "I don't know any Mr. Burton," said Budge, a little dazed; "uncle is mamma's brother, an' he's been livin' at our house ever since mamma an' papa went off visitin', an' he goes ridin' in our carriage, an' " "Humph!" remarked the lady, with so much emphasis that Budge ceased talking.
There were ladies in the carriage, too could it be of course it was did the evil spirit, which guided those children always, send an attendant for Miss Mayton before he began operations? There she was, anyway cool, neat, dainty, trying to look collected, but severely flushed by the attempt.
So the ladies, by the merest accident, of course, happened upon the piazza, and each one was presented to me, and common civility made it impossible for me to speak to Miss Mayton more than once in ten minutes. At any other time and place I should have found the meeting of so many ladies a delightful experience, but now
"An' ain't she AWFUL nice? I KNOW she is!" "Your judgment is quite correct, considering your age," said Mrs. Mayton, exhibiting more interest in Budge than she had heretofore done. "But what makes you think she is nice? You are rather younger than her male admirers usually are." "Why, my Uncle Harry told me so," replied Budge, "an' HE knows EVERYthing." Mrs.
Just cos I was forlorn, cos I hadn't nobody to play with, an' wanted to die an' go to heaven, he stopped shavin', so as to comfort me." Mrs. Mayton had been thinking rapidly and seriously, and her heart had relented somewhat toward the principal offender. "Suppose," said she, "that I don't let my little girl go riding with him any more?"
I bowed assent. In the contemplation of all the shy possibilities which my short chat with Miss Mayton had suggested, I had quite forgotten my dusty clothing and the two living causes thereof. While in Miss Mayton's presence the imps had preserved perfect silence, but now their tongues were loosened. "Uncle Harry," said Budge, "do you know how to make whistles?"
What he calls espect I calls LOVE." There was an awkward pause it seemed an age. Another blunder, and all on account of those dreadful children. I could think of no possible way to turn the conversation; stranger yet, Miss Mayton could not do so either. Something MUST be done I could at least be honest, come what would I would be honest.
"Miss Mayton," said I, hastily, earnestly, but in a very low tone, "Budge is a marplot, but he is a truthful interpreter for all that. But whatever my fate may be, please do not suspect me of falling suddenly into love for a holiday's diversion. My malady is of some months' standing. "I want to talk SOME," observed Budge. "You talk all the whole time. I I when I loves anybody I kisses them."
That night I wrote to my sister to inform her that the scales had fallen from my eyes I saw clearly that my nephews were angels. And I begged to refer her to Alice Mayton for collateral evidence. IV. The Fruit of My Visit
I confess that until now I have been blind to some of their virtues, and have imagined I detected an occasional fault. But the scales have fallen from my eyes, and I see clearly that my nephews are angels positively angels. If I seem to speak extravagantly, I beg to refer you to Alice Mayton for collateral evidence.
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