“Don’t stop him,” said Aunt Mary. “He knows just how I feel an’ I know jus’ how he feels. It isn’t wrong, Mrs. Burnett, it’s natural. We were born to be happy, only sometimes we don’t know just how to set about it.”
“Miss Watkins has hit the nail on the head,” said Mitchell, rolling a cigarette. “She has not only hit the nail on its own head, but she has succeeded in driving its point well into all our heads. She taught us many things during her short visit. I, for one, am her debtor forever. Me for joy, from now on!”
Aunt Mary smiled. “My heavens!” she murmured; “to think how nice it all come out, and how really put out I was when Jack first began, too.”
Burnett put his hand in his pocket and pulled out some gum.
“Robert!” cried his mother, “you don’t chew gum, do you?”
“Of course he doesn’t,” said his friend quickly; “that’s why he had it in his pocket.”
Aunt Mary looked thoughtfully at him.
“Give me a little,” she said, “maybe it’s suthin’ I’ve been missin’.”
Mrs. Burnett left the next day, and Mitchell went the day after.
The carpenters took down the addition, and the wedding presents were shipped to town.