They left
us many charges as usual, some of which we remembered and some of
which we forgot; but with Felicity in command none of us dared
stray far out of line. The Story Girl and Peter came over, of
course, and we all agreed that we would haste and get the work
done in the forenoon, that we might have an afternoon of
uninterrupted enjoyment. A taffy-pull after dinner and then a
jolly hour of coasting on the hill field before supper were on our
programme. But disappointment was our portion. We did manage to
get the taffy made but before we could sample the result
satisfactorily, and just as the girls were finishing with the
washing of the dishes, Felicity glanced out of the window and
exclaimed in tones of dismay,
"Oh, dear me, here's Great-aunt Eliza coming up the lane! Now,
isn't that too mean?"
We all looked out to see a tall, gray-haired lady approaching the
house, looking about her with the slightly puzzled air of a
stranger. We had been expecting Great-aunt Eliza's advent for
some weeks, for she was visiting relatives in Markdale. We knew
she was liable to pounce down on us any time, being one of those
delightful folk who like to "surprise" people, but we had never
thought of her coming that particular day. It must be confessed
that we did not look forward to her visit with any pleasure.
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