"
Mrs. William shrugged her plump, shapely shoulders.
"Well, it was fifteen years ago, Aunty Nan, and Joscelyn can't be very
'little' now. She is a famous woman, and she has forgotten all about you,
you can be sure of that."
"Joscelyn wasn't the kind that forgets," said Aunty Nan loyally.
"And, anyway, the point is, _I_ haven't forgotten HER. Oh, Maria, I've
longed for years and years just to hear her sing once more. It seems
as if I MUST hear my little Joscelyn sing once again before I die.
I've never had the chance before and I never will have it again.
Do please ask William to take me to Kensington."
"Dear me, Aunty Nan, this is really childish," said Mrs. William,
whisking her bowlful of berries into the pantry. "You must let
other folks be the judge of what is best for you now. You aren't
strong enough to drive to Kensington, and, even if you were, you know
well enough that William couldn't go to Kensington to-morrow night.
He has got to attend that political meeting at Newbridge. They can't
do without him."
"Jordan could take me to Kensington," pleaded Aunty Nan,
with very unusual persistence.
"Nonsense! You couldn't go to Kensington with the hired man.
Now, Aunty Nan, do be reasonable.
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