"He
made up all that about Miss Bean, I know, for she didn't take any
soup that day. I remember her refusing it. Do you remember--"
"Do you remember?" echoed Jessie mockingly. "I wonder how many
times we have said that, Kit. As if we didn't both of us remember
every single thing that happened through all the year we were
East! What does Polly say?"
"Hers is longer," said Katharine, as she opened it. "She is the
best of them all to write, and her letters sound just like her
funny, topsy-turvy self."
"DEAR GIRLS,--First of all, I must tell you the one grand item of
news. Aunt Jane is going to be married on Thanksgiving Day. The
Baxter children have all been exposed to chicken-pox, and Aunt
Jane has made up her mind to be married at once, so she can take
care of them when they come down with it. Isn't it good of her,
really? I don't think she minds much, though, for she acts fond of
them. _Uncle Sol_, as I call him behind his back, brought the
youngest here, one day early in the fall; and when I went into the
room, there,--fancy it!--there sat Aunt Jane with the baby in her
lap, playing pat-a-cake with it, just as nice as could be. I was
so surprised that I almost dropped down on the floor.
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