I believe I'll
come over here and live."
"Come on," said Polly hospitably; then she proceeded in a moral
tone, "But, Alan, you ought not to talk so about them, for they're
your cousins, and you ought to like your relations, you know."
"Do you like Aunt Jane?" inquired Alan, suddenly rolling over to
face her once more.
But Polly was spared the necessity of making any reply, by a
sudden voice behind her.
"And so this is your garden, Mrs. Adams! It's a likely place for
petunias and sweet williams, but I don't think much of those new-
fangled things," pointing to a brilliant bed of dwarf nasturtiums
near by. Then she went on in a sing-song tone,--
"'So I've come out to view the land
Where I must shortly lie.'"
"Needn't think I expect to lie in your garden, though," she hastily
added, evidently fearful of being misunderstood.
"Hush, Alan! you must not laugh at her," said Polly, stifling her
own merriment as best she could.
But Miss Bean, absorbed in her eloquence, had passed on out of
hearing, and Jean returned to the charge.
"Come, Alan, there's a dear boy," she began persuasively, "tell us
about the girls."
"I don't know much about them," answered Alan.
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