“Very.”
“Where does she live?”
“In Hilltop.”
“Oh! I didn’t s’pose she lived in Hilltop.”
“There,” said Aunt Charlotte, “now this next house is Mrs. Adams’s, where you will see the gold-fishes.”
But Flaxie did not care just then for the gold-fishes.
“Auntie, don’t you think Lucy ought to have some mittens?”
She spoke cheerily, as if mittens were the very thing, and the only thing Lucy needed.
“And, auntie, I can crochet!”
“Is it possible?” said Aunt Charlotte, thinking how many things Flaxie had learned that little Milly knew nothing about. “How much can you crochet?”