white and his eyes shiny. And when his mother wrote Aunty Edith that he
was poorly, Aunty Edith had him sent down for a week--on trial, to stay
in the attic above my room, and do the dishes for the Aunties, and run
errands. He was to stay longer, if it was all right.

I wish it had been, for George was awful funny. He was very obliging,
too, and I liked him. So did Aunty May, for he remembered all the
stories his teachers had told him in school, and he would tell them to
Aunty May and me, when we sat down under the willow trees, and we
just loved it.

What Aunty Edith didn't love was what he did with the green paint. Aunty
Edith had a lot left over in a pot after the kitchen was painted, and
she thought it would be nice to paint the chairs and tables that we used
out of doors.

We used to have breakfast and lunch, and even dinner, out in the little
grapevine-covered back porch, which had a cement floor, level with
the ground.

So just to keep George happy, Aunty Edith gave him that to do. He
commenced it while Aunty May and I were doing lessons, and we could hear
Aunty Edith explaining--Aunty Edith always does the explaining--and
George all the time saying, "Yas, 'm, yas, 'm, Miss Edith." And by and
by Aunty Edith came in and we could hear George whistling and singing.
George did sing awful loud, and funny songs, so you'd have to stop
and listen.

This morning he kept singing something about a man named "Sylvester,"
and he kept singing out the same thing over and over again, till Aunty