I'll make a panful."
"Let me make them," said the Story Girl, eagerly. "I can make
real good rusks now."
"No, it wouldn't do to trust you," said Felicity mercilessly.
"You might make some queer mistake and Aunt Eliza would tell it
all over the country. She's a fearful old gossip. I'll make the
rusks myself. She hates cats, so we mustn't let Paddy be seen.
And she's a Methodist, so mind nobody says anything against
Methodists to her."
"Who's going to say anything, anyhow?" asked Peter belligerently.
"I wonder if I might ask her for her name for my quilt square?"
speculated Cecily. "I believe I will. She looks so much
friendlier than I expected. Of course she'll choose the five-cent
section. She's an estimable old lady, but very economical."
"Why don't you say she's so mean she'd skin a flea for its hide
and tallow?" said Dan. "That's the plain truth."
"Well, I'm going to see about getting tea," said Felicity, "so the
rest of you will have to entertain her. You better go in and show
her the photographs in the album. Dan, you do it."
"Thank you, that's a girl's job," said Dan. "I'd look nice
sitting up to Aunt Eliza and yelling out that this was Uncle Jim
and 'tother Cousin Sarah's twins, wouldn't I? Cecily or the Story
Girl can do it.
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