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"It's wicked to fib; you've whipped that into me and you can't rub it out," he was wont to say, with vivid recollection of the past tingling in the chubby portions of his frame. "Mind your chips, Toady, and take care what you say to Aunt Kipp, or you'll be as poor as a little rat all the days of your life," said Polly, warningly.
But the sight of Aunt Kipp's rubicund visage, surrounded by the stiff frills of an immense nightcap, caused the irreverent boy to explode with laughter in his handkerchief, and to be hustled away by his mother before Aunt Kipp discovered the true cause of his convulsed appearance. "Ah! poor dear, his feelings are too much for him.
"What in the world is a cherakin?" laughed Aunt Kipp, as Toady paused for breath. "Why, don't you know? It's a angel crying, or pointing up, or flapping his wings. They have them over graves; and I'll give you the biggest one I can find when you die. But I'm not in a very great hurry to have you." "Thankee, dear; I'm in no hurry, myself.
"I'll try, mother; but I'm always getting into scrapes with Aunt Kipp. She's worse than measles, any day, such an old aggrawater! Van's coming this afternoon, won't he make her pleasant again?" "Oh, dear, no! He will probably make things ten times worse, he's so bashful and queer. I'm afraid our last chance is gone, deary, and we must rub along as we have done."
Please be good to Mother and Polly, and I'll love and take care of you, and stand by you all my life. Yes, I'll I'll kiss you, I will, by George!" And with one promiscuous plunge the Spartan boy cast himself into her arms. That finished Aunt Kipp; she hugged him dose, and cried out with a salute that went off like a pistol-shot, "Oh, my dear, my dear! this is better than a dozen cherakins!"
Anything more expressive of brotherly good-will, persuasive frankness, and a placid consciousness of having "fixed it," than Toady's dirty little face, it would be hard to find. Aunt Kipp eyed him so fiercely that even before she spoke a dim suspicion that something was wrong began to dawn on his too-confiding soul. "I don't like it, and I'll put a stop to it.
Aunt Kipp dropped in a heap, Polly looked up at her brother, with a look which he never forgot; and Toady tried to say, stoutly, "It's all right!" with lips that were white and dry in spite of himself.
I was about turning away to speak to the young man, when I was recalled by an exclamation from the landlord: "I guess," said he, in a half-bantering way, "you hain't told me your business yet?" "No," I answered deferentially, "I have not." "What on airth's takin' you to Holt's Clearin'?" "That, Mr Kipp I beg pardon Colonel Kipp is a private matter." "Private and particular, eh?" "Very."
With a hasty peck at the lips of her two elder relatives, the old lady seated herself, and slowly removed the awful bonnet, which in shape and hue much resembled a hearse hung with black crape. "I'm glad you are better," said Mary, reverently receiving the funereal head-gear. "I'm not better," cut in Aunt Kipp.
Snow;" and, having freed his mind, Van joined Toady, ready to fly if necessary. "You're an idiot, sir," began Aunt Kipp, in a rage again. "Thank you, ma'am." And Van actually laughed and bowed in return for the compliment. "Hold your tongue, sir," snapped the old lady. "You're a fool and Sophy is another.
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