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Updated: June 8, 2025


"Hospital!" exclaimed the young fellow, still smiling sweetly, "thass too bad! Same's my Aunt Polly hic my Aunt Polly's in the hospital, too ole auntie's been havin' twins! Whuzzamatter whiz you?" "I've got a broken arm " Jurgis began. "So," said the other, sympathetically. "That ain't so bad you get over that. I wish somebody'd break my arm, ole chappie damfidon't!

Auntie's not up, is she? 'No. It's not time for anybody to be up yet. Nannie ought to have spent the night in grannie's room, for it was her turn to watch; but finding her nicely asleep as she thought, she had slipped away for just an hour of comfort in bed. The hour had grown to three. When she returned the fire was out.

And say, after he'd finished his play and was about ready to be tucked into his crib, what does the young jollier do but climb up in Auntie's lap and cuddle down folksy, all on his own motion. "Do you like your old Auntie, Richard?" she asks, smoothin' his red curls gentle. "Uh-huh," says 'Ikky-boy, blinkin' up at her mushy. "Oo's a swell Auntie." Are we back in the will again? I'll guess we are.

"Yes, it is Aunt Amy. She has not been very well." "The heat, likely. Heat is hard on folks with weak heads. Not that your Auntie's head ever seems weaker than lots of other folks. Won't you come up and sit awhile? Well, ring the bell." Mrs. Sykes voice trailed off indistinctly as Esther rounded the veranda corner and stood by the rose bush before the doctor's door.

Burnett's, and a garden away in the country," was Charlie's scheme. "You shall come and dig in it, auntie." "Do not think of such things, my dears," was auntie's usual reply. "I am afraid we shall never be any richer than we are; so you must be diligent boys, and work hard to make fortunes for yourselves." "Where did Uncle Liddell keep all his money?" was one of Cecil's questions in reply.

Constance met her on her way to the Red Salon, where the girls often gathered after dinner for chat, the Blue Salon across the way being reserved for reception of visitors. "The dance is going to be quite wonderfully fine," she told her with as eager interest as ever a girl showed in a party. "Auntie's coming and I'm going to have a splendid, gorgeous new dress.

"Will she be away long?" he hesitated. "I guess she will," answered Isabel promptly. "She ain't to be relied on. I never found her so." Her spirits had risen. She knew how exactly she was imitating aunt Luceba's mode of speech. The tones were dramatically exact, albeit of a more resonant quality. "Auntie's voice is like suet," she thought. "Mine is vinegar. But I've got it!"

You you mean you would give the information that is, unless " "I never make threats," says Old Hickory, "even when I think I have been cheated out of doing something I've wanted all my life to have a try at." It's Auntie's turn to stare at him. And hanged if she don't sort of mellow up. "Really?" says she. "I I had no idea.

"Suppose I go to Auntie's and simply wait " she began firmly. The thought went no further. Some little memory, drifting across the current, drew her after it. A moment later, and the dreams had come back in full force. "Well, anyway, I haven't DONE anything yet and, if I don't want to, I can always simply STOP at the last moment," she said to herself, as she began to walk home.

"I'll get her ready," said Norah; "but you're sure to be sorry if you take her, for she's brimming over with mischief to-day." Dotty danced like a piece of thistledown. "There, Nono," said she, "I's goin' to auntie's my own self; Prudy'll have to give up." All this time Mrs. Parlin and the two older children were having a fine walk. It was a bright June day.

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