I reckon your aunt has, too. Anyhow, she took to her bed
quick as you was out of sight an' ain't been seen since."
"Aunt Tiny ill!"
"No, not sick exactly," explained Willie, as arm in arm they proceeded
up the walk. "She's just struck of a heap with a lame shoulder such as
she has sometimes. She can't move a peg, poor soul!"
"Great Scott! That's hard luck! Then since you're short-handed, I
shall be more bother than I'm worth round here. I'd better have stayed
where I was. You won't want any extra people to look out for and feed
now, I fancy."
"Oh, law, I ain't doin' the cookin'!" grinned the little inventor, as
if the bare notion of such a thing amused him vastly. "Why, I could no
more cook a dish that was fit to eat than a mariner could run a pink
tea. I'd die of starvation if the victuals was left to me. Let alone
the cookin', we'd 'a' had to have help anyhow, 'cause Tiny's too
miserable to do much for herself. So we've got in one of the
neighbors."
"It's a shame!"
"Oh, we'll pull through alive," smiled Willie, cheerfully.
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