He'll hold it up
forevermore that he went to the Galbraiths in his jumper. I know him
better'n you do."
"I suppose so."
"An' I'm firmer with him, too," went on Celestina. "You'd have him
clean spoiled. I ain't sure but you've spoilt him already past all
help durin' these last ten days. Did you hear him at breakfast askin'
me to open his egg? He knows perfectly well I never take off the
shell. All I ever do for him is to put in the butter, pepper, an'
salt; an' I only do that 'cause he's squizzlin' so to get out in that
shop that he ain't a notion whether there's fixin's on his egg or not.
Let him get one of these ideas on his mind an' it's a wonder he don't
eat the egg, shells an' all."
"Poor dear!" The girl's face softened.
"You pet him too much," said Celestina accusingly.
"Don't you pet Willie a little yourself, Aunt Tiny?" teased Delight.
"You know you do. Everybody does. We can't help it. People just love
him and like to see him happy."
"I know it," the woman admitted. "Why, there's folks in Wilton (I
could name 'em right now) who would run their legs off for Willie.
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