THE APPLE TREE GIRL
cided that she should go to Penfield with her Aunt Grace.
Charlotte was very quiet for a time. "Oh, Aunt Hepzy," she said at last, "have you ever seen my cousin in Penfield, my cousin Margaret?"
"Twice," nodded Aunt Hepzibah. "Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. Is she pretty?"
"Pretty as paint," said Aunt Hepzibah promptly. "Why?"
"Oh, I don't know. I was wondering; that's all."
"Well, you'll see her soon enough. Prettiest girl in Penfield; everybody says so. Allus reminds me of Little Eva in 'Uncle Tom's Cabin'—and as false as a wagonload of monkeys," concluded Aunt Hepzibah, with that impartiality of opinion which is relationship's most radiant star.
"‘False as a wagonload of monkeys'? Why—Aunt—Hepzy!"
"Well, I dunno as I ought to have
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