e was beginning, but Anthea's soft voice interrupted him.
"Georgy dear, didn't Prudence send you to tell us that breakfast was
ready?"
"Oh yes! I was forgetting,--awfull' silly of me wasn't it! But you are
going to stay--Oh a long, long time, aren't you, Uncle Porges?"
"I sincerely Hope so!" answered Bellew. Now as he spoke, his eyes,--by
the merest chance in the world, of course,--happened to meet Anthea's,
whereupon she turned, and slipped on her sunbonnet which was very
natural, for the sun was growing hot already.
"I'm awful' glad!" sighed Small Porges, "an' Auntie's glad too,--aren't
you Auntie?"
"Why--of course!" from the depths of the sunbonnet.
"'Cause now, you see, there'll be two of us to take care of you. Uncle
Porges is so nice an' big, and--wide, isn't he, Auntie?"
"Y-e-s,--Oh Georgy!--what are you talking about?"
"Why I mean I'm rather small to take care of you all by myself alone,
Auntie, though I do my best of course. But now that I've found myself a
big, tall Uncle Porges,--under the hedge, you know,--we can take care of
you together, can't we, Auntie Anthea?"
But Anthea only hurried on without speaking, whereupon Small Porges
continued all unheeding:
"You 'member the other night, Auntie, when you were crying, you said you
wished you had some one very big, and strong to take care of you--"
"Oh--Georgy!"
Bellew heartily wished that sunbonnets had never been thought of.
"But you did you know, Auntie, an' so that was why I went out an' found
my Uncle Porges for you,--so that he--"
But here, Mistress Anthea, for all her pride and stateliness, catching
her gown about her, fairly ran on down the path and never paused until
she had reached the cool, dim parlour. Being there, she tossed aside her
sunbonnet, and looked at herself in the long, old mirror, and,--though
surely no mirror made by man, ever reflected a fairer vision of
dark-eyed witchery and loveliness, nevertheless Anthea stamped her foot,
and frowned at it.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, and then again, "Oh Georgy!" and covered her
burning cheeks.
Meanwhile Big Porges, and Small Porges, walking along hand in hand shook
their heads solemnly, wondering much upon the capriciousness of aunts,
and the waywardness thereof.
"I wonder why she runned away, Uncle Porges?"
"Ah, I wonder!"
"'Specks she's a bit angry with me, you know, 'cause I told you she was
crying."
"Hum!" said Bellew.
"An Auntie takes an awful lot of l
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