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Being alone so much, and reading and thinking I've worked it out in my own mind. Aunt Sanna saw Jim in Berlin two years ago, you know, and gave him a horrible raking over the coals, and just from what she quoted, it seemed as if there was some secret about it, and that it lay with you.
"I couldn't stay out there one WEEK, myself, and have Aunt Sanna carrying on the way she does, planning a thing, and forgetting it in two seconds, and yelling at the children one day, and treating them to ice-cream the next!
"Well, Mother and Aunt Sanna begged me not to, Ju, and Francis was most emphatic about it," Barbara pleaded. "Aunt Sanna and Francis! But " Julia's keen eyes read Barbara's face like an open page. "Then there was more to it!" she declared. "For they couldn't have minded my knowing just this!" "I wish I had never mentioned Jim," Barbara said heartily.
"Isn't that DARLING, not six months old yet?" demanded the mother. "Here, take her, Aunt Sanna, and see if you ever got hold of anything nicer than that! Come, baby, give Aunt Sanna a little butterfly kiss!" And Julia swept the soft little face and unresponsive mouth across the older woman's face before she deposited the baby in her lap.
Only from this day on the children were really felt to belong to the village and were not any longer regarded as strangers in it but as natives whom the people had fetched down to them from the mountain. Their mother Sanna also now was a native of Gschaid.
"We picked Aunt Sanna up at the corner," said Jim, one arm about his wife as they stood in the window looking down at the departing visitors, "and of course Anna must drag her along with us to see the baby lion! I stopped at Lord Essels's, by the way, and it's a perfect knit can't tell where one bone stops and the other begins!" "Oh, Jimmy, you old miracle worker! Aren't you pleased?"
"He ran in to San Rafael. Back directly." "Ran in to San Rafael? And you let him! Why, I don't see how he dared, Jim!" "Oh, I guess he knows his business, Aunt Sanna!" Jim said miserably. "Do you suppose I can go up for a while?" "Yes, go," said Miss Toland. "I think she wants you, God bless her!" But Julia wanted nobody and nothing.
They drew up their shoulders and walked on. Sanna took hold of the strap by which Conrad had his calfskin bag fastened about his shoulders and thus they proceeded on their way. They still had not reached the post. The boy was not sure about the time, because the sun was not shining and all was a monotonous gray. "Shall we reach the post soon?" asked the girl.
"And tea for you in the library," Ellie said in an aside, receiving the baby into her arms with a rapturous look. "Tea, doesn't tea sound good!" Julia caught Miss Toland by the hand. "Come and have some tea, Aunt Sanna!" said she. "I'm starving!" They were loitering over their teacups half an hour later when Lizzie came into the library with a special delivery letter. "For me?"
Barbara was there, and the crippled Richie, but Sally had gone to a Christmas concert with her devoted little squire, Keith Borroughs, and Mrs. Toland presently took Miss Sanna aside for a long, distressed confidence.
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