"I picked these for you in the river field, Nillie," he said.
"Where will I be getting something to stick them in?
Here, this will do."
He grasped a frail, painted vase on the mantel,
stuffed the flowers in it, and set it on the table.
The look on Aunt Olivia's face was too much for me at last.
I turned, caught Peggy by the shoulder and dragged her out
of the house.
"He will horrify the very soul out of Aunt Olivia's body if he goes
on like this," I gasped. "But he's splendid--and he thinks
the world of her--and, oh, Peggy, did you EVER hear such kisses?
Fancy Aunt Olivia!"
It did not take us long to get well acquainted with
Mr. Malcolm MacPherson. He almost haunted Aunt Olivia's house,
and Aunt Olivia insisted on our staying with her most of the time.
She seemed to be very shy of finding herself alone with him.
He horrified her a dozen times in an hour; nevertheless, she was
very proud of him, and liked to be teased about him, too.
She was delighted that we admired him.
"Though, to be sure, he is very different in his looks from
what he used to be," she said. "He is so dreadfully big!
And I do not like a beard, but I have not the courage to ask him
to shave it off. He might be offended.
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