"O!"

She did not laugh. She was rather mortified to think she had not read the
order aright. The noblest natures have their infirmities. Afterward, being
ashamed of herself because she did not take pleasantly this unintended
joke, she manifested her penitence by getting up an extra dinner for
Charlie. There was more toast, and even of a finer quality. There was
another orange, and there was some jelly that Aunt Stanshy took the pains
to buy at Miss Persnips's store. This was a sweet but thin-voiced little
woman, who sold a variety of things in a store on the corner of the lane
and Water Street.

"It is nice to be sick, Aunt Stanshy."

"Do you think so?"

"Yes, just a grain sick."

It was so pleasant to be in the warm, comfortable sitting-room and watch
the dreary weather out in the lane. The back side of the house butted on
the lane, no fence intervening. Aunt Stanshy had no objection to such a
close contact, but rather liked it, declaring it to be "social." She did
not favor, though, the sociability that drunken sailors manifested several
times when going from the saloons on Water Street down to their vessels at
the wharf in which the lane ended. They would stagger against the house,
pushing one another and bombarding it. Aunt Stanshy was on hand, though. A
pail of freshly-drawn water, Arctic cold, and from an upper window,
administered freely to the offenders, had been known to produce a healthy
effect. Aunt Stanshy's remedies for various troubles might be vigorous,
but they were generally effective. There was not much passing in the lane,