going too fast for that; but I sort of sensed it all, and Bess and I took it in, to the full, afterward.
We were tired and dirty and hungry when we got to Aunt Fannie's, but we didn't realize it until we were in the house, for there had been so much to see that we had forgotten that we were made of anything but eyes. Aunt Fannie is all right. She is just fine and we didn't have to get acquainted at all; for we, someway, seemed to "belong," without going to the trouble of geting adjusted. Some people are that way, you know, and she is one of them. Another uncle of Bess's was there, and it was his first trip to Chicago, too; because Aunt Fannie has lived there for only about a year; and he was having as fine a time as we were, though he was supposed to be there on business. He isn't much like Uncle Rob, and yet he reminds me of him sometimes. He's awfully decided, too, even before he is sure about things; but if he has to back down afterward, he always does it with a grin; and never makes any kick because he was mistaken, as most people do. I never before saw a person who could be so absolutely certain about a thing which wasn't so, and then be so
