“Do you want Dr. Seton to think we are a pack of wild Indians?” asked Felicity severely. “A nice opinion he’d have of our manners!”
“Well, it’s the only chance we’ll have to chivaree them,” grumbled Dan. “Aunt Olivia wouldn’t mind. SHE can take a joke.”
“Ma would kill you if you did such a thing,” warned Felicity. “Dr. Seton lives in Halifax and they NEVER chivaree people there. He would think it very vulgar.”
“Then he should have stayed in Halifax and got married there,” retorted Dan, sulkily.
We were very curious to see our uncle-elect. When he came and Uncle Alec took him into the parlour, we were all crowded into the dark corner behind the stairs to peep at him. Then we fled to the moonlight world outside and discussed him at the dairy.
“He’s bald,” said Cecily disappointedly.
“And RATHER short and stout,” said Felicity.
“He’s forty, if he’s a day,” said Dan.
“Never you mind,” cried the Story Girl loyally, “Aunt Olivia loves him with all her heart.”
“And more than that, he’s got lots of money,” added Felicity.