CHAPTER X.
“Wee folk, old folk,
Chatting altogether.”
Aunt Emma and good Mrs. Brown sat in the cool cottage parlor talking, when, suddenly, the door was thrown hurriedly open, and the two little boys dashed in, whilst Roly-poly Rosy followed near.
The three flushed, young faces, with their coronet of hay straws, looked as if they had something very startling to tell, but their poor little breaths had to be recovered first. Then came—
“Oh, dear! oh, dear! Aunt Emma.”
“Mrs.—eh,—eh,—Brown—eh,—eh,—in a minute I’ll get my breath.”