“You look very well. I wish I could say as much for poor aunt. Troubles of this kind seem to agree with you.”
And how well and how handsome she was looking! how her fine eyes glittered! “Well,” said I, “though this trouble hasn’t disagreed with me, I feel very much for the father and mother. How long are you going to stop here?”
“We return to-morrow.”
“I shall be very much disgusted if you do,” I exclaimed.
“Why, what does Theresa mean by sitting in her hat?” cried uncle Tom.
“We have only been here ten minutes,” answered his brother.
“My dear, take off your hat,” said my aunt, leaving the sofa, with her eyes inflamed by tears. “Come up-stairs with me.”
“But we didn’t mean to stay,” answered Theresa.
“But you will, and you’ll sleep here, too,” exclaimed uncle Tom.
This observation provoked an argument which ended in Theresa’s defeat and departure with her aunt up-stairs.