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Updated: June 2, 2025
Aunt Sharley had come off victor in the bout, but the picnic had been spoiled for at least three youngsters. So much for Aunt Sharley's virtues for her loyalty, her devotion, her unremitting faithfulness, her championship of their destinies, her stewardship over all their affairs.
Poor Emmy Lou was finding this job which she had nerved herself to carry through a desperately hard job. And Aunt Sharley's attitude was not making it any easier for her either. "'So' whut?" snapped Aunt Sharley; then answered herself: "An' so de wind blow frum dat quarter, do hit? De young gen'l'man ain't j'ined de fambly yit an' already he's settin' hisse'f to run it. All right den.
Now the first part of Sharley's question I could not answer. I could only say about it, "We do not know, because God has not told us." Remember always, that when God does tell you a thing you must believe it, just because it is God who has said it; and it is only by believing what God tells you that you can understand it.
'Do you mean the baker's on the way to High Middlemoor? said Sharley. 'Oh yes, it must be them papa calls them the baker's dozen always. No, we're not as many as that. We are only seven us four girls, and Pert and Quick, and Jerry, our big brother, who's at school. Dear me, it must be dull to be only one! Just then we heard the voices of grandmamma and Sharley's mother coming towards us.
When they came to this phase of the recapitulation there sprang into the minds of both of them a recollection of that time years and years in the past when Aunt Sharley, accompanying them on a Sunday-school picnic in the capacity of nursemaid, had marred the festivities by violently snatching Mildred out of a circle playing King Willyum was King James' Son just as the child was about to be kissed by a knickerbockered admirer who failed to measure up to Aunt Sharley's jealous requirements touching on quality folks; and, following this, had engaged in a fight with the disappointed little boy's coloured attendant, who resented this slur upon the social standing of her small charge.
For an hour or more the perplexed pair threshed away, striving to winnow the chaff from the pure grain in Aunt Sharley's nature, and the upshot was that Emmy Lou had a headache and Mildred had a little spell of crying, and they agreed that never had there been such a paradox of part saint and part sinner, part black ogre and part black angel, as their Auntie was, created into a troubled world, and that something should be done to remedy the evil, provided it could be done without grievously hurting the old woman's feelings; but just what this something which should be done might be neither of them could decide, and so they went to bed and to sleep.
"I don't see how you can, you know," he suggested, helplessly; "it pours as straight as a deluge out there. There isn't room in this place for two people to sit." So they "accepted the situation." The clouds broke presently, and rifts of yellow light darted in through the fragrant, wet pine boards. Sharley's hair had fallen from her net and covered her face. She felt too weak to push it away.
He had stepped from the wrong side of the car, perhaps, or her eager eyes had missed him; at any rate here he was, a young man, with honest eyes, and mouth a little grave; a very plainly dressed young man, his coat was not as new as Sharley's calico, but a young man with a good step of his own, strong, elastic, and a nervous hand.
However, she could light a lamp and finish her hat. That was one comfort. It always is a comfort to finish one's hat. Girls have forgotten graver troubles than Sharley's in the excitement of hurried Saturday-night millinery. A bonnet is a picture in its way, and grows up under one's fingers with a pretty sense of artistic triumph. Besides, there is always the question: Will it be becoming?
"O, it's only a rain-storm," said Moppet, appearing on the scene with his empty dipper. "I got tired of sleeping. I dreamed about three giants. I didn't like it. I wanted something to do. It's only my rain-storm, and you needn't mind it, you know." Dripping Sharley's poor little temper, never of the strongest, quivered to its foundations.
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