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"Well," commented Betty Jo, when they had read and reread that part of the letter, "dear old Uncle Homer may be a very conservative banker, but he certainly is more than liberal when he touches on the question of this new author. Won't we have fun, Auntie Sue! Oh, won't we!" Then they planned the whole thing, and proceeded to carry out their plan. Brian was told only that Mr.
Francie smiled lightly. "I'd much rather deal with a man than a woman. Women are so sharp!" "My dear," cried Mrs. Small, "I'm sure we're not." Euphemia went off into her silent laugh, and, ending with the squeak, said, as though being strangled: "Oh, you'll kill me some day, auntie." Swithin saw no necessity to laugh; he detested people laughing when he himself perceived no joke.
'I know Auntie Dora's brought me a present, he said, looking up into her face, 'but father's locked it up! David chased him out of doors with contumely, and they all took the tram to Victoria Street. Once there, Sandy was in the seventh heaven. The shops were ablaze with lights, and gay with every Christmas joy; the pavements were crowded with a buying and gaping throng.
There, child, you're all undressed, and I haven't got my boots off yet. You're quicker'n a chain o' lightning, and always was." "Why, how did that kitty get in here?" said auntie, as a loud mewing was heard. "I certainly shut her out before we came up stairs." Dotty ran round the room, with one boot on, and Prudy in her stockings, helping their aunt in the search.
An' I guess your auntie ain't bustin' fer a moonlight ramble. It didn't need a heap o' figgerin'." Rosebud had no answer ready. The argument was so simple. A brief silence fell, while both looked out across the moonlit plains at the dark line of distant woods. There was a slight glow in the sky in two different directions.
His cheeks were wet with great tears that glistened in the moon-beams, but he wept with eyes tight shut, and with his small hands clasped close together, and thus he spoke, albeit much shaken, and hindered by sobs: "I s'pose you think I bother you an awful lot, dear Lord, an' so I do, but you haven't sent the Money Moon yet, you see, an' now my Auntie Anthea's got to leave Dapplemere if I don't find the fortune for her soon.
"Isn't it open to the objection you made to Mollie's choice a while ago, Susie?" she asked. "I remember it went with 'The Three Bears' and 'Old Mother Pig' and 'The Little Red Hen." "No, Auntie, I think not; it's different, somehow." "Very well, then, if you are sure you haven't outgrown it." "Is it a true story?" Nellie Dimock wanted to know. "It is made out of a true story, Nellie.
"Now, names," exclaimed Dimple, as the rest of the pieces were returned to the bag. "First Florence one and then I one. How many, Florence?" "Four, I think. Ethel first, for me. No, you choose first, Dimple. I had first choice in the pieces." "No, you're company." Being company, Florence took her rights, and Ethel went down. "Blanche, for me, mamma," said Dimple. "And Celestine for me, auntie."
"I don't see any of them," said Polly, listening eagerly for another cry, "but I do believe they've found him." "Do come back," implored Mrs. Whitney; "there, now, don't go again, Polly," as Polly hurried to her side, "but just hold my hand." "I will," said Polly, "just as tight as I can, Auntie." "Oh oh! Percy is so much worse off than Joel," wailed Mrs. Whitney.
Her adoration of him was almost on a level with David's. Sandy took a minute to think whether he should leave his father. Then he climbed her knee, and patronised her on the subject of buffaloes and giraffes 'I tan't 'splain everything to you, Auntie Dora; you'll now when you're older' till Lucy and supper came together.
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