"
This was an idea which had never in all her life entered Betsy's brain
and she did not take it in at all now. She only shook her head miserably
and went on in a doleful tone. "And I said 13 and 8 are 22! and I wrote
March without any capital M, and I ..."
"Look here, Betsy, do you WANT to tell me all this?" Cousin Ann spoke in
the quick, ringing voice she had once in a while which made everybody,
from old Shep up, open his eyes and get his wits about him. Betsy
gathered hers and thought hard; and she came to an unexpected
conclusion. No, she didn't really want to tell Cousin Ann all about it.
Why was she doing it? Because she thought that was the thing to do.
"Because if you don't really want to," went on Cousin Ann, "I don't see
that it's doing anybody any good. I guess Hemlock Mountain will stand
right there just the same even if you did forget to put a b in 'doubt.'
And your syrup will be too cool to wax right if you don't take it out
pretty soon."
She turned back to stoke the fire, and Elizabeth Ann, in a daze, found
herself walking out of the door. It fell shut after her, and there she
was under the clear, pale-blue sky, with the sun just hovering over the
rim of Hemlock Mountain. She looked up at the big mountains, all blue
and silver with shadows and snow, and wondered what in the world Cousin
Ann had meant. Of course Hemlock Mountain would stand there just the
same.
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