"
"But Aunt Tiny," put in Delight, "I'm not going. Somebody must stay
here and look after the house."
"What for?" Celestina demanded. "The house won't run away, an' if
thieves was to ransack it from attic to cellar they'd find nothin'
worth carryin' away. Ridiculous!"
"She says she hasn't anything to wear," interrupted Bob.
"Delight Hathaway! For shame!" said the elder woman, raising a
reproving finger. "You always look pretty as a picture in anything.
Some folks need fine clothes to set 'em off but you don't. Don't be
silly! Why, half the pleasure of Willie an' me would be wiped out if
you didn't go, an' likely Bob would be disappointed, too."
"You bet I would!"
"W--e--ll," the girl yielded.
"There, that's right, my dear." Celestina reached out and patted the
slender hand. "Now, Bob, you go along an' write your letter,"
commanded she. "An' Delight, you bring me up some hot water an' fetch
my clean print dress from the hall closet. I kinder think, come to
mull it over, that there's fresh cuffs on my cashmere already, but you
might look an' see.
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