"Rebecca! Rebecca Mary!" Aunt Olivia always called like that.
If there had been still another name--Rebecca Mary Something Else--
she would have called: "Rebecca! Rebecca Mary! Rebecca Mary
Something Else!"

"Yes'm; I'm here."

"Where's 'here'?" sharply.

"HERE--the grape-arbor, I mean."

"Have you got your sheet?"

"I--yes'm."

"Is your stent 'most done?"

Rebecca Mary rose slowly to her reluctant little feet, and with the
heavy sheet across her arm went to meet the sharp voice. At last
the Time had come.

"Well?" Aunt Olivia was waiting for her answer. Rebecca Mary
groaned. Aunt Olivia would not think it was "well."

"Well, Rebecca Mary Plummer, you came to fetch my answer, did you?
You got your stent 'most done?" Aunt Olivia's hands were extended
for the folded sheet.

"I've got it DONE, Aunt 'Livia," answered little Rebecca Mary,
steadily. Her slender figure, in its quaint, scant dress, looked