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She had the usual arguments on the tip of her tongue, for old Miss Vincent, the aunt she lived with, wuz a ardent She Aunty and very prominent in the public meetin's the She Auntys have to try to compel the Suffragists not to have public meetin's. They talk a good deal in public how onwomanly and immodest it is for wimmen to talk in public.
'A certain great poet remarked that everyone had a portion of the nature of some animal, observed Cargrim, 'especially women. 'Then Mrs Pansey is a magpie, cried Mab, with an arch look at her aunt. 'She is a magpie, and a fox, and a laughing hyæna, my dear. 'Oh, aunty, what a trinity! 'I suppose, Cargrim, all you black-coated parsons are rooks, said George.
I was just starting for your cabin." "Bress your heart, honey, Aun' Sheba'll allus be proud to hab you come. My spec's, Missus," and she dropped her basket and a courtesy before Mrs. Hunter. "Aun' Sheba," said Mara, giving the kindly vender a chair, "you are so much better off than we are. I was saying just that to aunty this morning."
She had filled the pitcher and had turned to carry it upstairs. Oliver stopped her. "Where is Malachi, aunty?" Hannah pointed through the open door to Richard's little shop in the back yard and hurried on. Oliver walked quickly through the damp, brick- paved yard, now filled with the sombre shadows of the night, and pushed open the green door.
So I've been on display, set up by Aunty in one of society's shop windows, like goods in the Boardwalk booths at Atlantic City. Do you mind my rambling?" "Go on, please." "You don't know what such a life means. You're a producer; I've been a doll tricked out for inspection by the men who are rich enough to buy expensive dolls. But we've no money.
Sometimes they take on board the stars, and the moon, and `fill their ships with the heavenly bodies, as I've heard my dear husband say, again and again! But the most curious thing at sea, as all sailors tell me, is crossing the line, and I do hope we shall cross the line, Rosy, that you and I may see it." "What is the line, aunty, and how do vessels cross it."
Aunt Stanshy said nothing, but continued to thump away on her ironing-board. "He is going down the lane, aunty." Aunt Stanshy heard Charlie, but she said nothing, only ironing away steadily as ever. Charlie heard her sigh once, or thought he did. "Did you speak, aunty?" "Me, child? Why, no!" Charlie continued to look out of the window that fronted the narrow lane.
I've got 'em here," and he shyly produced the basket. "If ye kin afford it, Jeff," responded his aunt resignedly, "I'm thankful." The reply was so unexpectedly mild for Aunt Sally, that Jeff put his arms around her and kissed her hard cheek. "And I've got some quail, aunty, knowin' you liked em."
"He must have forgotten me," said Ray, after a sober while. "There was this note for you in mine, and a draft on New York, because he thought you might be in arrears." "No, I'm not. Aunty can have the draft, though; she may need it before I come back," said Ray, brokenly, gazing into the fire. "Do you suppose Beltran wrote mine or yours first?" "Yours."
"O aunty, you're too good, always!" whimpered Isabel; and neither of the women took note of Basil, who said, "Yes, it 's probably the only thing that preserved our lives." The little tinge of discontent, which had colored their sentiment of return faded now in the kindly light of home.
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