There was a strange expression on the little girl’s face.
“It’s rude, Mary Frances, to smile when you’re in fault,” continued the old lady.
“Excuse me, Aunt Maria,” said Mary Frances. “I couldn’t help it.”
“Well, I expect it’s because you’re so glad to see me,” said Aunt Maria, leaning back in her chair and rocking.
Work basket on its side
“Oh
Aunt
Maria!”
“Never mind, we’ll look at your work. Very creditable, very creditable indeed, child! Such excellent stitches,” examining the little samplers, and finally the bath robe and kimono. “You certainly do take after me. To think that so spoiled a child should develop into such an excellent character! ‘Blood will tell!’ I’ve often said it—‘Blood will tell!’ What pretty material! By the way, child, where do you get the goods—if this is a secret?”