"We must praise Dick to Aunt Tommy and Aunt Tommy to Dick and we must keep out of the way—we mustn't ever hang around when they want to be alone," said Jill.
"I don't want to give up being chums with Dick," I grumbled.
"We must be self-sacrificing," said Jill. And that sounded so fine it reconciled me to the attempt.
We sat there and watched Dick and Aunt Tommy for an hour. I thought they were awfully prim and stiff. If I'd been Dick I'd have gone over and hugged her. I said so to Jill and Jill was shocked. She said it wouldn't be proper when they weren't even engaged.
When Dick went away Aunt Tommy came out to the verandah and discovered us. She sat down between us and put her arms about us. Aunt Tommy has such cute ways.
"I like your minister very much," she said.
"He's bully," I said.
"He's as handsome as a prince," Jill said.
"He preaches splendid sermons—he makes people sit up in church, I can tell you," I said.
"He has a heavenly tenor voice," Jill said.