"Why-ee! Did Adam and Eve wear glasses? 'Tisn't in their pictures; I never saw 'em with glasses on!"
"No, no, I don't mean glasses wear! I said glasses with sand inside; that's what Uncle James has got. Runs out every hour. Sits on the table."
"Oh, I know what you mean, auntie! You mean an hour-glass! Grandpa Hale has one and I've seen lots of 'em in France."
Lucy felt humbled. Though pretending to be Bab's aunt, she often found that her little niece knew more than she knew herself!
"Seems queer about Adam and Eve," said she, hastening to change the subject; "who do you s'pose took care of 'em when they were little babies?"
"Why, Auntie Lucy, there wasn't ever any babiness about Adam and Eve! Don't you remember, they stayed just exactly as they were made!"
"Yes, so they did. I forgot."
Lucy had made another mistake. This was not like a "truly auntie"; still it did not matter so very much, for Bab never laughed at her and they loved each other "dearilee."
"You know a great many things, don't you, Bab? And I keep forgetting 'em."
"Oh, I know all about the world and the garden of Eden; that's easy enough," replied the wise niece.