wn eyes and scrumptious freckles. I do like freckles in a
girl, although Jill goes wild if she thinks she has one on her nose.
When we talked of writing this story Jill said I wasn't to say that
Aunt Tommy had freckles because it wouldn't sound romantic. But I
don't care. She has freckles and I think they are all right.

We went to church with Aunt Tommy the first Sunday after she came, one
on each side of her. Aunt Tommy is the only girl in the world I'd walk
hand in hand with before people. She looked fine that day. She had on
a gorgeous dress, all frills and ruffles, and a big white floppy hat.
I was proud of her for an aunt, I can tell you, and I was anxious for
Dick to see her. When he came up to speak to me and Jill after church
came out I said, "Aunt Tommy, this is Mr. Richmond," just like the
grown-up people say. Aunt Tommy and Dick shook hands and Dick got as
red as anything. It was funny to see him.

The very next evening he came down to Owlwood. We hadn't expected him
until Tuesday, for he never came Monday night before. That is Father's
night for going to a lodge meeting. Mother was away this time too. I
met Dick on the porch and took him into the parlour, thinking what a
bully talk we could have all alone together, without Jill bothering
around. But in a minute Aunt Tommy came in and she and Dick began to
talk, and I just couldn't get a word in edgewise. I got so disgusted I
started out, but I don't believe they ever noticed I was gone. I liked
Aunt Tommy very well, but I didn't think she had any business to
monopolize Dick like that when he and I were such old chums.

Outside I came across Jill. She was sitting all alone in the dark,
curled up on the edge of the verandah just where she could see into
the parlour through the big glass door. I sat down beside her, for I
wanted sympathy.

"Dick's in there talking to Aunt Tommy," I said. "I don't see what
makes him want to talk to her."

"What a goose you are!" said Jill in that aggravatingly patronizing
way of hers. "Why, Dick has fallen in love with Aunt Tommy!"

Honest, I jumped. I never was so surprised.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Because I do," said Jill. "I knew it yesterday at church and I think
it is so romantic."

"I don't see how you can tell," I said--and I didn't.

"You'll understand better when you get older," said Jill. Sometimes
Jill talks as if she were a hundred years older than I am, instead of
being a twin. And really, someti