"
Judy's black eyes, with their stealthy, oblique look, were now
watchfully fixed on Auntie Sue.
"She is the orphan-niece of one of my old pupils," Auntie Sue continued.
"I have known her since she was a baby. When she finished her education
in the seminary, and had travelled abroad for a few months, she decided
all at once that she wanted a course in a business college, which was
just what any one knowing her would expect her to do."
"Sounds steady and reliable," commented Brian. "But will she come?"
"Yes, indeed, she will, and be tickled to death over the job," returned
Auntie Sue. "I'll write her at once."
While Auntie Sue was preparing to write her letter, Judy muttered, in
a tone which only Brian heard: "Just the same, 'tain't no name for a
common gal ter have; hit sure ain't. There's somethin' dad burned queer
'bout hit somewhere."
"Nonsense! Judy," said Brian in a low voice; "don't worry Auntie Sue."
"I ain't aimin' ter worry her none," returned the mountain girl; "but
I'll bet you-all a pretty that this here gal'll worry both of youuns
'fore you are through with her;--me, too, I reckon."
For some reason, Auntie Sue's letter to Betty Jo seemed to be rather
long. In fact, she spent the entire evening at it; which led Judy to
remark that "hit sure looked like Auntie Sue was aimin' ter write a book
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