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Auntie does her best to shunt us, too. "Verona," says she, "why don't you and Torchy get out the chafing-dish and make some of that delicious maple fudge you are so fond of." "Why, Aunty!" says Vee. "When you know I've stopped eating candy for a month." "You might play something for him," is Auntie's next suggestion. "That new chanson." "But we'd much rather listen to you and Mr.
Old Hickory ain't the one to put up with any pussy-footin'. Nor Auntie, either. When they ain't satisfied with things they have a habit of lettin' folks know just how they feel. Hence this area of low pressure that seems to center around the Agnes. Old Hickory is off in one end of the boat, puffin' at his cigar savage; Auntie's at the other, glarin' into a book she's pretendin' to read; Mrs.
For that's one of the things we have to look out for when Auntie's visitin' us, to keep Buddy away from her. Not that there's anything vicious about Buddy. Not at all.
Auntie's troubled face would have caught Henry's quick sensitive eyes. But Auntie's voice brushed aside the levity of the opening. "Haven't you heard haven't you heard?" she asked. And we knew instinctively that something had happened to the Gilded Youth. And when one is in aviation something happening always is serious. It was Henry's kind voice that conveyed our sympathy to her.
"How nice!" says Vee, sort of innocent. "I am glad you think so," says Myra. And for the rest of the evenin' she confines her remarks to Auntie, cuttin' loose with the sarcasm at every openin' and now and then tossin' an explosive gas bomb at us over Auntie's shoulder. Nothing anyone could grab up and hurl back at her, you know. It's all shootin' from ambush.
But the string fell to pieces in Cricket's eager hands as she tried to unfasten it, and the pennies and dimes came to view. A few minutes later, the young woman, breathless and excited, flew up the walk, with the twins toiling on behind. Auntie Jean and grandma were sitting on the porch, when suddenly a shower of dull-looking coins fell into auntie's blue lawn lap. "I've found it!"
"Guess your auntie's notions were all queer, so queer they're mighty hard to understand," he said reflectively. "But seems to me she's hit a big truth some way. That curse is sure lifted sure, sure." He pointed at the grim outline of Devil's Hill, now fading in the distance. "Look ther' yonder. Yonder's the disaster, yonder is death. An' we we've sure passed through it. She's right.
I finished out my sleep. In the mornin' I got the verdict. "Auntie's going back to town," says Vee. "She thinks, after all, that it will be more restful there." "It will be for me, anyway," says I. I don't know how Vee and Master Richard still stand with Auntie. They may be in the will yet, or they may not. As for Buddy and me, I'll bet we're out. Absolutely. But we can grin, even at that.
It was a poor guess, for when we hits Sixth Avenue there's no yellow taxi in sight. "Wouldn't Auntie's game be to double back home?" I suggests. "We'll see," says Old Hickory, and gives the order to beat it uptown again. And, sure enough, just as we gets in sight of the apartment house, there's the other taxi, with Auntie haulin' Captain Killam out hasty.
"It's beautiful," said Dorcas. "It's out of the big blue chinay bottle on your auntie's table, isn't it, missie?" "Stuff and nonsense," replied Griselda; "it's scent of my own, Dorcas. Aunt Grizzel never had any like it in her life. There now! Please give me my slippers, I want to get up and look over my lessons for Mr. Kneebreeches before he comes.
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