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Updated: May 29, 2025
"Honey, you were right when you guessed that Aunt Sharley has been holdin' somethin' back frum you durin' this past week; but she's been tellin' you the truth too in a way of speakin'. She ain't got any money saved up or at least ef she's got any at all it ain't ez much ez you imagine. Whut she's got laid by kin only represent the savin's of four or five years, not of a whole lifetime.
It's bad enough to have her whooping like a wild Indian in the kitchen. But it never seems to do any good." "Why don't you try getting rid of her altogether as a remedy?" suggested the young man. "Get rid of Aunt Sharley! Why, Harvey why, Mr. Winslow, I mean we couldn't do that! Why, Aunt Sharley has always been in our family! Why, she's just like one of us just like our own flesh and blood!
She looked up to see him standing there with his grave, amused smile. Her first thought was to jump and run; her second, to stand fire. "Well, Mr. Halcombe! Moppet's stuck yellow leaves all over me; my hair's down; I've got on a horrid old morning-dress; look pretty to see company, don't I?" "Very, Sharley." "Besides," said Sharley, "I've been crying, and my eyes are red." "So I see."
Sharley would fain have been so extravagant as to put on her pink muslin too this afternoon; she had been more than half inclined to cry because she could not; but as it was not orthodox in Green Valley to wear one's "best clothes" on week-days, except at picnics or prayer-meetings, she had submitted, sighing, to her sprigged calico.
That morning there were two letters. One was for me from Sharley. I knew at once it was from her by the foreign stamp and the thin paper envelope, even before I looked at the writing.
But she did not go home. The Evening Accommodation was due now in about ten minutes. Girls, if you think I am telling a bit of sensational fiction, I wish you would let me know. "It would be quick and easy," thought Sharley. The man of whom she had read in the Journal last night, they said he must have found it all over in an instant. An instant was a very short time!
I made it up into very good French, and Sharley said it, which pleased granny. 'And what was it you were so eager about that you couldn't wait to say it, or hear it in French? she asked Sharley. We had not expected this, and Sharley got rather red. 'It's a secret, she blurted out. Grandmamma looked just a little grave. 'I am not very fond of secrets, she said. 'And Helena has never had any.
But then he added, rather abruptly, 'You are not looking well, Mrs. Wingfield? I think you have got thinner. And Helena looks rather white, though she has not grown much. I felt vexed at his saying I had not grown much. 'It's no wonder I am white, I said in a surly tone. 'I have been mewed up in the house almost ever since Sharley and all of them went away.
I was to ask you would you like to walk round our garden? And p'raps your mamma was going to tell me all your names, but grandmamma told me to run away. I'd like to know your sisters that are as little as me's names. I remember exactly what I said, for Sharley has often told me since how difficult it was for her not to burst out laughing at the funny way I spoke.
First one would play the part of devil's advocate, the while the other defended the accused, and then at the remembrance of some one of a long record of things done or said by Aunt Sharley those attitudes would be reversed.
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