"This is how," said the old woman, quick as a thought putting out her hand, and thrusting it into Horace's breast pocket.
"O, it's auntie's rings—it's auntie's rings," cried Fly, jumping up, and seizing the pretended old woman by her calico sleeve.
"Why, Aunt Madge, that isn't you!"
"But how'd you take out yer teeth?" said Fly; "your teeth? your teeth?"
"O, I didn't take them out, Miss Bright-eyes. I only put a little spruce gum over them."
"Horace, I can't find auntie anywhere in this house," said Prudy, appearing at the parlor door. "Do you suppose she's gone off and hid?"
"Yes, she's hid inside that old gown."
"What do you mean?"
"That's auntie, and her teeth's in," explained Fly.
"Only I wish she was an old woman, and had really brought me my money," said Horace, in a disappointed tone. "I declare, there was one time I thought the old nuisance was coming round to it, and going to give me the wallet."