"What time was you-un 'spectin' the comin' cer'mony to commence?" she
asked, when Patricia came in to her solitary dinner. Neither Miss Kirby
nor the doctor would be back before late afternoon.
"Aunt Julia said half-past three to seven; I suppose they'll begin
coming 'long about three."
That note of hidden jubilation in her voice worried Sarah. She had not
known Patricia for all of her eleven years for nothing. "Honey, what you
cog'tating?" she coaxed; as she brought Patricia a generous slice of
fresh cherry pie.
"I'm thinking about--my party. It's going to be a--a--corker, Sarah!
You'll see!"
Sarah groaned, both in spirit and outwardly. "Honey," she pleaded,
leaning on the back of a chair and studying her charge anxiously;
"Honey, dat Miss Susy's a stranger in dis yere part--why, she's come
clare from Phil'delphy. I'm told the chillerns down in Phil'delphy has
beau-ti-ful manners."
"I dare say," Patricia did not appear greatly interested.
"And Miss Julia, she done plan dis yere party jest for her."
"I know--I didn't ask her to--I--"
"Honey, you wouldn't--you shore wouldn't do anything to--to disbobulate
your aunt's plans?"
"May I have another piece of pie, Sarah, please?"
Sarah cast a pair of imploring eyes ceilingwards.
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