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Updated: May 11, 2025
So I ran and put on my things, and Stephen and I went home with Aunt Mimy. "Emmie," says Stephen, as we were coming back, and he'd got hold of my hand in his, where I'd taken his arm, "what do you think of Aunt Mimy now?" "Oh," says I, "I'm sorry I've ever been sharp with her." "I don't know," said Stephen.
And then Miss Mimy pulled out a stocking without beginning or end, and began to knit as fast as she could rattle, after she 'd fixed one needle in a chicken-bone, and pinned the chicken-bone to her side.
Wal, ter make a long matter short, then ye drop yer thumb onter some thread an' cast up seven stetches an' knit reound fur yer hand, an' every other time you narry them seven stetches away ter one, fur the gore." "Dear me, Aunt Mimy! do be quiet a minute! I believe mother's a-calling." "I'll see," said Aunt Mimy, and she stepped to the door and listened.
Morton's long drawing-room, and came trooping to see what was wanted: the Earlys, the Rickersons, the Bakers, the Longs, the Adamses, the Morton children themselves, and, last of all, Mrs. Outcast with Mimy and the six other little Outcasts trailing behind. You may be sure none of them were late. The curiosity of the children was roused to its highest pitch.
Dretful pain in hez back an' l'ins, legs feel 's ef they hed telegraph-wires inside 'em workin' fur dear life, head aches, face fevered, pulse at 2.40, awful stetch in the side, an' pressed fur breath. You guess it's neuralogy, Lurindy? I do'no' nothin' abeout yer high-flyin' names fur rheumatiz. I don't guess so!" "But, Aunt Mimy, what do you guess?" asked mother.
Tryon came up the sanded walk from the gate and spoke pleasantly to the nurse, a good-looking yellow girl who was seated on the front steps, playing with little Albert. He took the boy from her arms, and she went to call Miss Warwick. Rena came out, followed by the nurse, who offered to take the child. "Never mind, Mimy, leave him with me," said Tryon.
I'd liked ter seen yer ma, but I won't disturb her, an' you can du ez well. Yer ma promised me a mess o' tea, an' I guess I may ez well take it neow ez any day." "Why, Miss Mimy," said I, "there a'n't above four or five messes left, and we can't get any more till I sell my socks." "Wal, never mind, then, you can le' me take one, an' mebbe I kin make up the rest at Miss Smilers's."
This gave Mimy much more time to flirt with Tom the coachman. It was a source of much gratification to Warwick that his sister seemed to adapt herself so easily to the new conditions.
Bradley had wanted his daughter called Priscilla, after his mother; and Mrs. Bradley's mother's name was Jemima. "I did think Mimy and Silly two of the worst names in the world. And there isn't any nickname for Cleanthe," was Mrs. Bradley's explanation when any one wondered at the name. Miss Cleanthe was a very nice, well-bred, rather conventional girl, with none of Dolly's dash and spirit.
I don't suppose there's a happier little woman in the State than me. I should like to see her, if there is. I go over home pretty often; and Aunt Mimy makes just as much of my baby I've named him John as mother does; and that's enough to ruin any child that wasn't a cherub born.
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