"Oh, no, I'm very comfortable," she said. But her voice had the
effect of making us uncomfortable. There was a queer, uncertain
little sound in it. Was Great-aunt Eliza laughing at us? We
looked at her sharply but her face was very solemn. Only her eyes
had a suspicious appearance. Somehow, we did not talk much more
the rest of the meal.
When it was over Great-aunt Eliza said she was very sorry but she
must really go. Felicity politely urged her to stay, but was much
relieved when Great-aunt Eliza adhered to her intention of going.
When Felicity took her to the spare room Cecily slipped upstairs
and presently came back with a little parcel in her hand.
"What have you got there?" demanded Felicity suspiciously.
"A--a little bag of rose-leaves," faltered Cecily. "I thought I'd
give them to Aunt Eliza."
"The idea! Don't you do such a thing," said Felicity
contemptuously. "She'd think you were crazy."
"She was awfully nice when I asked her for her name for the
quilt," protested Cecily, "and she took a ten-cent section after
all. So I'd like to give her the rose-leaves--and I'm going to,
too, Miss Felicity."
Great-aunt Eliza accepted the little gift quite graciously, bade
us all good-bye, said she had enjoyed herself very much, left
messages for father and mother, and finally betook herself away.
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