Child rearing -- Fiction; Children -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Love stories; Siblings -- Fiction
The events which followed immediately upon this bold statement Elizabeth
learned as a result of her somewhat bewildered questionings, when her
two children, breathless and excited from a competitive return, flung
their small persons upon her at their own door.
"Now you just let me tell, Carroll Brewster, 'cause I got here first;
Aunty Evelyn said----"
"We gave Aunty Evelyn her muff," said Carroll, taking unfair advantage
of Doris' breathless condition. "And what do you think, mother, Doris
said I was too fresh to Aunty Evelyn, and she said----"
"Aunty Evelyn cried when we gave her the muff, an' she said----"
"Aunty Evelyn didn't cry 'cause we gave her the muff," interpolated
Carroll, with superior sagacity. "She was cryin' to Mr. Hickey, an' he
said----"
"He said he'd give me most anythin'--a great big doll with real hair or
a gold ring, or anythin' at all if I'd find out why Aunty Evelyn was
cryin'."
"But, Doris dear, Mr. Hickey wasn't with Aunty Evelyn; was he?" asked
Elizabeth, a fine mingling of reproof and eager curiosity flushing her
young face.
"Mr. Hickey didn't say a big doll with real hair, or a gold ring,"
Carroll interrupted indignantly. "You just made up that part, Doris."
"I didn't make it up either; I thought it," retorted Doris. "He said
he'd give me anythin' at all, an' I guess a great big doll with real
hair is anythin'. So there!"
"I don't understand, children," murmured the smiling Elizabeth, who was
beginning to understand very well, indeed. "You should have come home at
once, instead of stopping to talk to Aunty Evelyn. Your luncheon is
waiting."
"That's what Aunty Evelyn said," put in Carroll reproachfully, "an' Mr.
Hickey said 'Go home at once, children; you're very hungry.' An' I was
going; but Doris, she wouldn't go. She----"
"I wasn't a bit hungry then; but I am now, an' I smell somethin' good,"
observed that young lady, sniffing delicately.
"She said she wasn't in any hurry, an' I guess Mr. Hickey didn't like
it. Anyway he laughed, an' he took right hold of Aunty Evelyn's hand,
an' she cried some more."
"She didn't cry 'cause he squeezed her hand. She said 'I thought you
didn't really like me.' An' Mr. Hickey----. Now don't int'rupt,
Carroll; it's rude to int'rupt; isn't it, mother? Mr. Hickey said 'Yes,
I do too!' Jus' like that he conterdicted."
"An' then Doris said, 'it's rude to conterdict,' right out to Mr. Hickey
she said. That was an awful imp'lite thing for Doris to say; wasn't it,
mother? I said it was."
"But Aunty Evelyn said _sometimes_ it wasn't rude to conterdict.
An'--'n' she said she was glad Mr. Hickey conterdicted; 'cause she was
'fraid he wasn't goin' to; an' then----"
"She told us to run along home an' tell our mother she was very much
mistaken this mornin'."
"No; she said to say our mother was perfec'ly right, an' she was----"
"Well, that's jus' exac'ly what I said. What did Aunty Evelyn mean,
mother? An' why did Mr. Hickey make her cry?"
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