"
"Twice," whispered Dotty.
"Well, I'll tell you something that will pass for an anecdote, on
condition that you call me _aunt_ Polly; that name warms my heart a
great deal better than _Miss_ Polly."
"Three!" said Dotty aloud. "We will, honestly, if we can think of it,
aunt Polly.--Four."
"Le'me gwout for the sidders, first," said busy Flyaway.
"There, aunt Polly, you forgot it that time! You sprang up quick to
shut the door, and forgot it."
"Forgot what?"
"You didn't sigh at the end of your needle."
"Why, Dotty, how you do talk! Any one would suppose, by that, I was in
the habit of sighing! I have a stitch in my side, child, and it makes
me draw a long breath now and then; that's all."
Flyaway was back again,
"With step-step light, and tip-tap slight
Against the door."
"Come in," said Dotty, "and see if you can keep still two whole
minutes; but I know you can't."
Miss Polly let her work fall in her lap, and drew up the left sleeve
of her black alpaca dress. "Do you see that scar, children?"
It was just below the elbow,--an irregular, purple mark, about the
size of a new cent.
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