Dicky went slowly into the room for purposes of inspection.
"That ain't a new aunt," he exclaimed; "that'th jutht my fire lady," and he curled up like a kitten in his Aunt Louise's lap.
CHAPTER XXI
"WHO ARE WE?"
MRS. SMITH and Dorothy stayed to dinner with the Mortons and after dinner the younger members of the family party went to the beach in front of the cottage while the elders were talking in the house. Roger rolled up to the group cartwheel fashion as they gathered about the stone on which their new cousin was sitting.
"It's the most wonderful event that ever happened to the Mortons," he ejaculated breathlessly. "I suppose Aunt Louise is telling them in the house everything that has happened to her since before all of us were born, so perhaps you'll tell us all the happy happenings that have happened to you."
Dorothy flushed and Helen, who guessed that the happenings of her aunt's and cousin's lives had not been very happy, hastened to interpose.
"What we want to know even more," she said tactfully, "is what Aunt Louise and you are going to do now. Wouldn't it be just grand if you could live in Rosemont!"