“That’s Aunt Betty,” said Adele. “I wonder what she wants.”
“Let’s go see,” returned Jessie.
They ran around the corner of the house. Miss Betty and Miss Eloise were both on the front porch. By the steps was standing a little gray pony harnessed to a small pony cart. “Oh, dear, company, I suppose,” said Adele disgustedly. “I wish we’d stayed away. I suppose now I shall have to be kissed and called a sweet child.”
“I wonder who it is,” said Jessie more curious. “That turnout does not belong to any one around here. I know just what every one drives. Effie Hinsdale’s mother has a white horse; the minister’s wife drives a sorrel; Mrs. Traill has two black horses and——”
But she went no further for Miss Betty had seen the two children and was calling out, “Come here, dears, such a lovely surprise for you! Whose do you think that is, Adele?”
“I’m sure I don’t know. It isn’t the cousins from the city, is it, Aunt Bet?” said Adele.
“No.” Miss Betty shook her head. “It belongs to the cousin of the cousins from the city.”
Adele looked bewildered. “Who is that?”
Miss Betty laughed. “Who is your cousins’ cousin? Don’t you know?”
“Aunt Betty, you don’t mean me!” cried Adele. “It isn’t mine. It couldn’t possibly be.”