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She was a tall, resolute woman, so tall that Simes Badger told Charlie that when he wanted to put colors on a flag-staff, he needn't go out of the house. That made Charlie mad. Aunt Stanshy had sharp, black eyes, and spectacles made them look all the sharper. As Charlie said, "Aunt Stanshy's eyes sometimes look as if they had snappin' crackers in 'em."

"Do you know, Mr. Badger, who shut and nailed that window?" "Aunt Stanshy herself. I saw her with my own eyes." "You did?" "Yes. You see there, I don't know but I'm telling a secret but then you won't say any thing."

But where did you put your box?" "Well, Aunt Stanshy thought it would do just as well if I put the box out into the wood-shed and " "Was the door left open?" "I saw it open this morning." "I will look about." Will went into the wood-shed, and there before the door he saw two cats licking their chops, and their guilty eyes seemed to him to say, "Rabbit stew for breakfast! Keep dark!"

I guess they will stand it," said Aunt Stanshy, as she reached the lower floor and caught a glimpse of the fodder-box. It was the British spy, whose stout pedestals were sticking out, and he only needed to be once more seized and dragged forward by Juggie and the other "continentals" to give proof of his vigorous, embalmed condition. "Sakes, boy!" said Aunt Stanshy.

Then he halted, and gave a look at the boys. The boys halted, and gave a look at him. Suddenly Tony bounded away, and bounded into the man's arms. What happened afterward, Charlie told Aunt Stanshy at the breakfast-table. "Aunt Stanshy, guess what happened at the beach to Tony." "I don't know, I am sure. I give it up."

He had already noticed that Aunt Stanshy never made fun of drunken people. "Who is it?" he asked. She did not answer, but taking up her flat-iron again, pounded the clothes with it vigorously, as if trying to call attention from herself to her work. "Is she crying?" thought Charlie. As if wet with her tears, her spectacles gleamed sharply.

"He is not my little boy really," explained Aunt Stanshy, and then she went on to say who Charlie was, and also told about other things, finally saying so much concerning the Macomber family that he ceased to be a stranger and seemed to become a relative, a species of long-absent son, and consistently what could Aunt Stanshy do but let Will Somers an arrival in Seamont only a few hours old have that sacred apartment her front room?

Here Simes, who always fancied that he was gifted with dramatic powers unusually fine, pulled a broom out of the stock in a neighboring barrel, and began to sway it backward and forward. "My! didn't Stanshy sweep the battle-field? The enemy went down like leaves before a November gale!"

That touched him up, and he grabbed his knives and pitched them into the dock. It was a queer sight to see them fish in that barrel floatin' away. But then the rum was in him and maddened him. When he had left, it was Aunt Stanshy's turn to do suthin'. I heard it all, for I was in the yard doin' a few chores for Stanshy. Fust, there was a slam in the barn chamber.

"Yes, we'll go!" "Three cheers!" "Hurrah for Will Somers!" were some of the outcries greeting the proposition. "I think, boys, all the honorary members ought to be invited." "Certainly," said Sid, and Aunt Stanshy was invited. "See me going! The idea!" she exclaimed. "What if the minister should see me going off with a parcel of boys!"