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"I'm just beating up some biscuit for tea," she explained, "but I guess you can shake hands with me, girls "; and as she extended both arms hospitably they saw upon her floured left hand an unmistakable shining gold band. "Aunt Jule!" they gasped together. "Are you is it " "That's it exactly," said Cousin Lorando Bean. "She is.
"That's quite true, Carrie lyn," Aunt Julia interposed, the tears in her eyes, but a new decision in her voice. "I like my tea at night, and so does your Cousin Lorando. And I should have wanted gravy on my potato if I lived to be a hundred. And, Carrie, I could not live without a cellar!
"So you rented the place?" "Yes, Cousin Lorando, though I hated to. But I wouldn't sell it, though they wanted me to. I just couldn't." "I know." He lighted his cigar and puffed at it in meditative silence for a moment, while the babble from the parlor floated in with the odor of the Ceylon tea and cigarettes. "That's what I came about, Cousin Jule the old place.
Miss Trueman gasped. "So I didn't want to see New York again; I just hated the place. And this time I only came because I found out you and the girls were here, and you were about all there was left. People die so. And I wanted to find out about the old place. I wanted to buy it, if I could, when I thought it was sold." "But, Cousin Lorando, I couldn't sell it!" "Oh, no, I s'pose not.
"They've neither of them got their mother's looks," he observed; and then, with apparent irrelevance: "When will they be considered safe to go about alone?" "I don't know exactly what you mean," she began a little coldly, but his laugh reassured her. "Oh, yes, you do," he contradicted, "and don't you be getting cross at your Cousin Lorando Bean!
I've been in two or three of them like this, more or less, since I came to New York people I used to know that I've been hunting up and, by George, I began to feel as if I was getting red in the face, if you see what I mean." "Yes, indeed, Cousin Lorando, I do," returned Miss Trueman eagerly, "I see exactly. And not having any cellar you've no idea! Nor any attic, either.
"I don't seem it's not why, Cousin Lorando Bean, it's not you?" "That's it," he said heartily, "that's just exactly it. And he's mighty glad to see some of his relations again, I can tell you. And these are Carrie and Lizzie, I suppose. Well, well, fifteen years is a long time, even to an old fellow like me, and you girls were just beginning to be young ladies when I left Connecticut.
"We-ell, not exactly," she demurred. "But that's the idea? I thought so. Yes. How old is Lizzie now? Thirty?" "Oh, no, Cousin Lorando; L Elise isn't twenty-nine yet. Carolyn is about thirty." "I don't seem to recall any one chaperoning you and Hattie when you were thirty," he suggested thoughtfully. She laughed involuntarily.
Now don't be afraid, but come right out and see them!" "Why, bless your heart, Lorando, I'm not afraid," a familiar voice answered; and Aunt Julia appeared before them, cool in blue checked gingham, with an enveloping white apron and familiarly floury hands.
He waited again for a few seconds, and Miss Trueman sat in respectful silence till he should continue. "You see, I'd been East once before, eight years ago, but I didn't see the farm then," he said finally. "I got married while I was West." His audience of one started slightly. "She's dead now," he added abruptly. "Oh, Cousin Lorando "
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