The Professional Aunt by Mary C.E. Wemyss
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later, he asked, "Is it done?"
It was, and he jumped up. "May I sit next you next Sunday, Aunt Woggles?" he said, so soon as we got outside the church door. "No, Hugh," I said. "I bet I do, all the same," he said. "Aunt Woggles," said Betty, as we walked home, "I collect for the prevention of children; do you suppose Mr. Dudley would give me a penny?" "I am sure he would, darling, but it is the prevention of cruelty to children -- the prevention of cruelty." "That's such a long thing to say, Aunt Woggles, don't you suppose he would understand if I did say it a little wrong?" "Perhaps, darling, but it is always best to say things right." "Yes, I will, but I was only supposing, supposing I didn't." At luncheon Diana cautioned Betty against swallowing a fish-bone. "You might die, darling, if you did." "Then I shall swallow every single bone I can," announced Betty. |
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