“Yes; how he would scold when we got under the seat to eat apples?”
“Oh, I never ate but one apple, Fan, I’m sure I never did. I was pretty small then, too. How queer it is to think of such old times!”
“Why, Flaxie, ’twas only last winter!”
“Are you sure, Fan? I thought ’twas ever so long ago.”
“Your reminiscences are very interesting, my dears,” said grandma, rising. “I wish I could hear more, but I shall be obliged to go up stairs now, and leave your pleasant company.”
As the serene old lady passed out at one door, little Ethel, very much excited, rushed in at another; but the girls, engrossed in conversation, did not look up, and she stood for some time unheeded behind Mary’s chair.
“I want to ask you, Flaxie—” she said.
“Mr. Fling and Miss Pike were talking about a spelling-school,” said Fanny, emerging from “old times” at a bound. “She’s going to have an old-fashioned one out in her school at Rosewood to-morrow night.”
“I want to ask you, Flaxie—” repeated Ethel.