Marigold got up with a long sigh of adjustment and
flung her armsabout Bernice.
I heard a dog howling under my window last night,
sobbed Amy.
I NEVER had such a good time as I had at Aunt
Noras. And would any other boy she knew ever think of sayinga thing like that? Hes
in the penitentiary at Dorchester, for stealing money.
The windwhistled dolefully in the fence
corners.
I guess Ive as good a right to cry as you, retorted
June. She strangled and buried the hateful intruderinstantly.
After a week duringwhich Billy forgot to hanker for
Aunt Noras.
Marigold thought wildly of refusing toeat unless
Uncle Jarvis let her play with Bernice.
Aunt Marcia wanted her share of Marigold, too.
Netta had heard it over in Halifax and cross your heart youwere never to tell a word
of it.
Marigold hunted out the time of moonrise in the
almanac.
She told you there was a Santa Claus, too, didnt
she? Butchumship, like kissing, goes by favour. And a dreadful God who hated tosee
you the least bit happy.
I want to be pretty, said Bernice stubbornly.
Grandmother had very little use for Jarvis Pringle, even if he wereher
son-in-law.
I dont believe Miss Jackson knows how to pronounce
it herself. An unbecoming red flush had risen in Carolines pale face. Hes in the
penitentiary at Dorchester, for stealing money.