"
"I don't know all the pictures in your album," said the Story Girl
hastily.
"I s'pose I'll have to do it, though I don't like to," sighed
Cecily. "But we ought to go in. We've left her alone too long
now. She'll think we have no manners."
Accordingly we all filed in rather reluctantly. Great-aunt Eliza
was toasting her toes--clad, as we noted, in very smart and
shapely shoes--at the stove and looking quite at her ease.
Cecily, determined to do her duty even in the face of such fearful
odds as Great-aunt Eliza's deafness, dragged a ponderous, plush-
covered album from its corner and proceeded to display and explain
the family photographs. She did her brave best but she could not
shout like Felicity, and half the time, as she confided to me
later on, she felt that Great-aunt Eliza did not hear one word she
said, because she didn't seem to take in who the people were,
though, just like all deaf folks, she wouldn't let on. Great-aunt
Eliza certainly didn't talk much; she looked at the photographs in
silence, but she smiled now and then. That smile bothered me. It
was so twinkly and so very un-great-aunt-Elizaish. But I felt
indignant with her. I thought she might have shown a little more
appreciation of Cecily's gallant efforts to entertain.
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