"I wish the others could have come, too," she said once an hour all
through his visit. Mitchell's letter seemed to have bred a tremendous
longing within her.
"They'll come later," said Jack, with hearty good-will. "They all want to
come."
"I don't know how we could ever have any fun up here though," said his
aunt sadly. "My heavens alive, Jack,--but this is an awful place to live
in. And to think that I lived to be seventy before I found it out."
Jack took her hand and kissed it. He did sympathize, even if he was only
twenty-two and longing unutterably to be somewhere else and kissing
someone else at that very minute.
"Mitchell wrote me a letter," continued Aunt Mary. "He said he was comin'.
Well, dear me, he can eat mince pie and drive with Joshua when he goes for
the mail, but I don't know what else I can do with him. Oh, if I'd only
been born in the city!"
Jack kissed her hand again. He didn't know what to say. Aunt Mary's lot
seemed to border upon the tragic just then and there.
The next day he returned to town and Lucinda came on duty again. She soon
found that the nephew's visit had rendered the aunt harder than ever to
get along with.
"I'm goin' to town jus''s soon as ever I feel well enough," she declared
aggressively on more than one occasion. "An' nex' time I go I'm goin' to
stay jus''s long as ever I'm havin' a good time. Now, don't contradict me,
Lucinda, because it's your place to hold your tongue. I'm a great believer
in your holding your tongue, Lucinda.
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