Mr. Pattison slowed down though he said: “I thought we were going to get the eggs in the country.”
“Of course, but I thought it would be nice to take a chocolate egg to Pablo; he sees plenty of the other kind, but I don’t believe any one will think to give him a fancy one.”
“Excellent idea. Here you are. Don’t be too particular in making a selection; we’re in a hurry, you know.”
Joanne wasted no time in making her purchase, and came out presently with a little paper bag in her hand. “I got two,” she said as she climbed into the tonneau. “One is for Unc’ Aaron.”
Her cousin chuckled. “I doubt if the old fellow ever saw such a thing.”
“But don’t you think he’ll like it?”
“He’ll be tickled to death.”
And indeed it would be hard to say which was the more pleased, the old man or the boy. Unc’ Aaron showed every one of his remaining teeth as he took the egg gingerly in his wrinkled brown hand. “Jes’ erzackly matches mah complexion,” he said with a grin, “an’ all dese yer little white crinkly-cranklies on it sutt’nly is pretty. I keeps it on mah mankelpiece, Miss Jo.”
“Oh, no, you mustn’t,” returned Joanne in alarm; “it will all melt. You must eat it.”
Unc’ Aaron scratched his old gray head and looked around helplessly at Pablo.