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"I am sure he would, darling, but it is the prevention of cruelty to children the prevention of cruelty." "That's such a long thing to say, Aunt Woggles, don't you suppose he would understand if I did say it a little wrong?" "Perhaps, darling, but it is always best to say things right." "Yes, I will, but I was only supposing, supposing I didn't."
"It's a hearth-brush dressed up," whispered Betty, "and it's dressed up in my dolly's cape, at least in one of my dolly's capes; she loves it. Aunt Woggles, do you think it is a good thing to make hearth-brushes say their prayers? Sara does." I followed Sara disconsolately to the nursery and was shown the beauties of the "lubbly blush."
Two spirits on the scene of Grandpa Woggles' passing made the story more interesting, more thrilling. Her sparkling eyes gave a new impetus to the colored woman's wagging tongue. "The white spirit, he sez, 'What you hangin' round here fer?" Matty rolled her eyes upward. "This he sez to the black one, mind you!"
After school he would range the countryside with a pickle-bottle in search of polly woggles and other big game, which he subsequently transferred to slides and examined through a microscope till an advanced hour of the night. The curious part of the matter was that his house was never riotous. Perhaps he was looked on as a non-combatant, one whom it would be unfair and unsporting to rag.
"Hugh!" I exclaimed. He rushed to the door. "Come on, Betty," he shouted. "Aunt Woggles wants you." If Betty's entrance was less tempestuous than Hugh's, her embrace was not less ecstatic. She put her arms round my neck and took her legs off the ground, a quite simple process, and known to most aunts, I expect. The ultimate result would, no doubt, be strangulation.
For, personally, I think Betty would be a very wonderful possession for any curate to have. Hugh was growing restless and I was bearing the brunt of it. Nannie, feeling for me, leaned over from the back pew and said, "Don't rest your head on your Aunt Woggles." "I came to church on purpose to rest my head on my Aunt Woggles's chest," said Hugh, again in what he calls a whisper.
I dug harder and harder, and it seemed to me that the castle was becoming quite a respectable size, but Sara's interest had flagged. "Aunt Woggles," she said. "Yes, darling," I answered. "Sall we dig a velly, velly deep hole, velly, velly deep, for all ve cwabs, and all ve vitty fish, and Nannie and Aunt Woggles?" "A very big hole," I said; "but look at the lovely castle!"
"I 'sect you want to sit next my Aunt Woggles, don't you?" said Hugh to Mr. Dudley; "but you can't, because I said, 'bags I sit next Aunt Woggles in church' before she came to stay, ever so long before, before two Christmases ago, I should think it was, or nearly before two Christmases ago!"
Betty, perhaps by way of changing the conversation, said, "You did eat my cake, didn't you, Aunt Woggles?" "Of course I did, Betty." "Don't you believe it," said Mr. Dudley. "I always believe my Aunt Woggles," said Betty with infinite scorn. "Was it nice, Aunt Woggles?" Mercifully she didn't wait for an answer, but continued: "I lost the currant three times, but I found it all right.
"You don't disturb us, Aunt Woggles," called out Hugh; "you truthfully don't." Hugh had evidently told all he knew, for in a few minutes he came out of the drawing-room and joined us in the hall. "We've done!" he exclaimed; "we've had our lesson all the same." "I am sorry, Hugh," said Diana.
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