But Aunt Stanshy made no explanation. She only pounded her clothes and roared, so tickled was she. Subsiding, she soon broke out again.
“Why, chile, what’s de matter?” asked granny. “You done gone crazy and sure for’t.”
“I’m an honorary member, and have got to wear a silk shield, I tell you.”
Granny went home, shaking her head and saying, “I do b’lieve she’s losin’ her mind sure, and dat am mournfu’ in one so young an’ lubly.”
[Chapter II.]
The Grand March.
“Please, aunty, lend me your wash-stick.”
As he spoke Charlie was all excitement, running eagerly from the barn into the house. Obtaining the coveted treasure, he as eagerly ran back. Two minutes passed.
“May I have the curtain-stick up in your chamber that you don’t want?”