But as
she went on he quieted down to a closely attentive silence, interrupting
only to keep Jess at her top speed.
Now that it was all safely over, Betsy thought her story quite an
interesting one, and she omitted no detail, although she wondered once
or twice if perhaps Uncle Henry were listening to her, he kept so still.
"And so I bought the tickets and we got home," she ended, adding, "Oh,
Uncle Henry, you ought to have seen the prize pig! He was TOO funny!"
They turned into the Putney yard now and saw Aunt Abigail's bulky form
on the porch.
"Got 'em, Abby! All right! No harm done!" shouted Uncle Henry.
Aunt Abigail turned without a word and went back into the house. When
the little girls dragged their weary legs in they found her quietly
setting out some supper for them on the table, but she was wiping away
with her apron the joyful tears which ran down her cheeks, such white
cheeks! It seemed so strange to see rosy Aunt Abigail with a face like
paper.
"Well, I'm glad to see ye," she told them soberly. "Sit right down and
have some hot milk. I had some all ready."
The telephone rang, she went into the next room, and they heard her
saying, in an unsteady voice: "All right, Ann. They're here. Your father
just brought them in. I haven't had time to hear about what happened
yet. But they're all right. You'd better come home.
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