Aren't William and I kind to you?
Don't we do everything for your comfort?"
"Yes, oh, yes," admitted Aunty Nan deprecatingly.
"Well, then, you ought to be guided by our opinion.
And you must just give up thinking about the Kensington concert,
Aunty, and not worry yourself and me about it any more.
I am going down to the shore field now to call William to tea.
Just keep an eye on the baby in chance he wakes up, and see
that the teapot doesn't boil over."
Mrs. William whisked out of the kitchen, pretending not to see the tears
that were falling over Aunty Nan's withered pink cheeks. Aunty Nan
was really getting very childish, Mrs. William reflected, as she marched
down to the shore field. Why, she cried now about every little thing!
And such a notion--to want to go to the Old Timers' concert at Kensington
and be so set on it! Really, it was hard to put up with her whims.
Mrs. William sighed virtuously.
As for Aunty Nan, she sat alone in the kitchen, and cried bitterly,
as only lonely old age can cry. It seemed to her that she could
not bear it, that she MUST go to Kensington. But she knew
that it was not to be, since Mrs. William had decided otherwise.
Mrs. William's word was law at Gull Point Farm.
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