Sometimes she wondered why the aunts liked to sit so still, and to move so slowly; and why she might not jump up and down and race round and round just as often as she felt inclined. But she never questioned in her little heart their real kindness and love; and it never so much as came into her head that she could be a trouble to either of them.
[CHAPTER II]
Quite Impossible
"THAT is done. Now you may go," said Miss Storey, quite as glad as Hecla was, for she had a great anxiety on her mind, and she was longing to be alone that she might consider what to say to her sister, Anne, who might come in at any moment.
Hecla rushed off like a small whirlwind, only to be called back.
"You are forgetting everything, my dear. Put your work away—neatly!—your thimble and cotton in the box—and pick up those bits of cotton. And set your chair in the right place. No, not there!" As Hecla ran it against another chair, with a bang.
Miss Storey sighed. "When I was your age, I did not need to be told the same things over and over every day."
"Not when you were ten years old!"
"No; nor when I was eight."
Hecla stood motionless; the chair tilted up on its back legs as she held it.