crash; "I thought you said her name was Eliza?"

"Sure thing!" I chortled; while my heart fell off its perch and
dropped in my shoes. "Her name is Eliza Fanny; some of us call her
Aunt Eliza, some Aunt Fanny--see?"

She hadn't time to see, for at that moment Tacks rushed in,
exclaiming, "Say, sister, they's two strange women on the piazza
talking to Uncle Peter, and maybe when they go one of them will
fall down the steps if I put some more soap there!"

Like a whirlwind he was gone again. Clara J. simply looked at me
queerly and said, "The queens are here; treat them white, John!"

I felt as happy as a piece of cheese.




CHAPTER VI.

JOHN HENRY^S TWO QUEENS.

"Well!" said Clara J., after a painful pause, "why don't you go and
welcome your Aunt Eliza?"

Aunt Lize would be the central figure in a hot old time if she went
where I wished her at that moment.

Somebody had tied both my feet to the floor.