"
This settled the matter for any sensible person.
"We are nearly home now," she went on kindly. "I hope you are not
feeling very nervous, my dear."
"I am not feeling nervous at all," said Desire with surprise.
Fortunately Aunt Caroline took this proof of insensibility in a
flattering light.
"Yes, yes," she said. "It is not, of course, as if you were arriving
alone. You can depend upon me entirely. John, are you sure that your
car will be in waiting?"
"I wired it to wait," grinned John. "And usually it's a good
waiter."
"Because," said Aunt Caroline, "we do not wish to be delayed at the
station. If Eliza Merry weather is there, the quicker we get away
the better. I am determined that she shall be introduced to Desire
exactly when other people are and not before. Please remember that,
Benis. Introduce Desire to no one at the station. I think, my dear,
we may put on our hats."
"It's an hour yet, Aunt."
"I know, but I do not wish to be hurried."
Desire put on her hat. It was because she was always willing to give
Aunt Caroline her way in small matters that she invariably took her
own in anything that counted. It is a simple recipe and recommended
to anyone with Aunts. . . .
"There's Potter's wood!" said Benis, who had been somewhat silent.
Desire looked out eagerly. But Potter's wood was just like any other
wood and--
"There's Sadler's Pond!" said John.
"They've cut down the old elm!" Aunt Caroline voiced deep
displeasure.
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