She
exclaimed and exclaimed and kept on exclaiming! Betsy wondered if she
really always had been as fluttery as this. And then, all of a sudden it
came out, the great news, the reason for the extra flutteriness.
Aunt Frances was going to be married!
Yes! Think of it! Betsy fell back open-mouthed with astonishment.
"Did Betsy think her Aunt Frances a silly old thing?"
"Oh, Aunt Frances, NO!" cried Betsy fervently. "You look just as YOUNG,
and pretty! Lots younger than I remembered you!"
Aunt Frances flushed with pleasure and went on, "You'll love your old
Aunt Frances just as much, won't you, when she's Mrs. Plimpton!"
Betsy put her arms around her and gave her a great hug. "I'll always
love you, Aunt Frances!" she said.
"You'll love Mr. Plimpton, too. He's so big and strong, and he just
loves to take care of people. He says that's why he's marrying me. Don't
you wonder where we are going to live?" she asked, answering her own
question quickly. "We're not going to live anywhere. Isn't that a joke?
Mr. Plimpton's business keeps him always moving around from one place to
another, never more than a month anywhere."
"What'll Aunt Harriet do?" asked Betsy wonderingly.
"Why, she's ever and ever so much better," said Aunt Frances happily.
"And her own sister, my Aunt Rachel, has come back from China, where
she's been a missionary for ever so long, and the two old ladies are
going to keep house together out in California, in the dearest little
bungalow, all roses and honeysuckle.
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