"Oh, come to see the folks, and get some peaches," said Nancy;
"come to help along, to be sure."
"Ain't your Grandma coming?"
"No, Maam, she ain't. I knew she wouldn't be of much use, so
I thought I wouldn't ask her."
Miss Fortune immediately ordered her out. Half-laughing, half serious, Nancy tried to keep her ground, but Miss Fortune was in no mood to hear parleying. She laid violent hands on the passive Nancy, and between pulling and pushing, at last got her out and shut the door. Her next sudden move was to haul off her mother to bed. Ellen looked her sorrow at this, and Mr. Van Brunt whistled his thoughts; but that either made nothing, or made Miss Fortune more determined. Off she went, with her old mother under her arm. While she was gone, Ellen brought the broom to sweep up the hearth, but Mr. Van Brunt would not let her.
"No," said he; "it's more than you nor I can do. You know," said he, with a sly look, "we might sweep up the shavings into the wrong corner!"
This entirely overset Ellen's gravity, and unluckily she could not get it back again, even though warned by Mrs. Van Brunt that her aunt was coming. Trying only made it worse, and Miss Fortune's entrance was but the signal for a fresh burst of hearty merriment. What she was laughing at, was of course instantly asked, in no pleased tone of voice. Ellen could not tell; and her silence and blushing only made her aunt more curious.
"Come, leave bothering her," said Mr. Van Brunt, at last; "she was only laughing at some of my nonsense, and she won't tell on me."
"Will you swear to that?" said the lady, sharply.
"Humph! no, I won't swear; unless you will go before a magistrate with me; but it is true."
"I wonder if you think I am as easy blinded as all that comes to!" said Miss Fortune, scornfully.