I've never been into lots of things here."
Jack looked at Mitchell this time.
"I'm sorry, Miss Watkins," he roared, "but _I'll_ have to go home, anyhow.
You see, I'm not used to the lively life which has been enlivening us all
this week and, being weakly in my knees, needs must look out."
Aunt Mary looked very disappointed.
"Then Jack and I'll go, too," she said, "but oh! dear, I do hate to waste
my stay in the city sleepin' so much. I can sleep all I want after I get
home, but--" she paused, and then said with deep feeling, "Well, you don't
understand about Lucinda an' so you don't understand about anythin'."
Both the young men felt truly regretful as they put her into the carriage
for the return trip. Her deep enjoyment was so genuine and naive that they
sympathized with her feelings when cut off from it.
But it was best that this one night should pass unimproved, and so all
five threw themselves into their respective beds with equal zest and
slept--and slept--and slept.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - AUNT MARY'S NIGHT ABOUT TOWN
The next day came up out of the ocean fair and warm, and when it drew
toward later afternoon no more propitious night for setting forth ever
happened.
It was undeniably a night to be remembered. And Aunt Mary's entertainers
drew in deep breaths as they girded themselves for the conflict. They
certainly intended to do themselves proud and on top of all the lesser
"times of her life" to pile the one pre-eminent which should rest
pre-eminent forever.
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