The fitful breeze
whispered in the rhythm of olden ballads. Unseen church bells sent
long-drawn cadences across the evening hush. And the little stars
quivered into being, to peer at the young poignancy of feeling which
cannot know what it contributes to the world. . .
Everything was idyllic--that is, almost idyllic--till, suddenly
Uncle Charlie spoke:
"Isn't that Saunders coming up the street?"
Why, oh why, did Mr. Saunders have to come and spoil everything?
But poor Uncle Charlie seemed glad to see him--just as glad as Aunt
Isabel. Mr. Saunders sat up there amongst them, laughing and joking,
now and then directing one of his quaint, romantic-sounding phrases
at Missy. And she pretended to be pleased with him--indeed, she
would have liked Mr. Saunders under any other circumstances.
Presently he exclaimed:
"By my halidome, I'm hot! My kingdom for a long, tall ice-cream
soda!"
And Uncle Charlie said:
"Well, why don't you go and get one? The drug store's just two
blocks around the corner."
"A happy suggestion," said Mr. Saunders. He turned to Aunt Isabel.
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