CHAPTER II
Cousin Ann at Buck Hill
“Here comes Cousin Ann!” It was a wail from the depth of Mildred Bucknor’s heart.
“Surely not!” cried her mother. “There are lots of other places for her to visit before our turn comes again. There’s Uncle Tom’s and Cousin Betty’s and Sister Sue’s, and Big Josh and Little Josh haven’t had her for at least a year. Are you sure, Mildred?”
“It looks like the old rockaway and Uncle Billy’s top hat,” said Mildred. “It is too much to bear just when we are going to have a house party! Mother, please tell her it isn’t convenient this June and have her go on to Big Josh’s.”
“Oh, my dear, you know Father wouldn’t hear of my doing that. Maybe it isn’t she after all. Nan, climb up on the railing and see if that could be Cousin Ann Peyton’s carriage coming along the pike and turning into the avenue.” 21
“Well, all I have to say is if it is her—”
“She,” corrected her mother.
“Her carriage. Wait until I finish my sentence, Mother, before you correct me,” and the girl climbed on the railing of the front porch where the ladies of the Bucknor family were wont to spend the summer mornings. Clinging to one of the great fluted columns she tiptoed, trying to peer through the cloud of limestone dust that enveloped the approaching vehicle.