"That's a good girl!" said she. Then she
added, quickly, as if she thought I might not like it and ought to know
at once, "Aunt Elizabeth saw Dr. Denbigh going by to Whitman, and she
asked him to take her over."
"Did she?" said I. "Oh, mother, the old white rose is out!"
"There they are, back again," said mother. "He's leaving her at the
gate."
Well, we both waited for Aunt Elizabeth to come up the path. I picked
the first white rose and made mother smell it, and when I had smelled
it myself I began to sing under my breath, "Come into the garden,
Maud," because I remembered last night.
"Hush, child," said mother, quickly. "Elizabeth, you are tired. Come
right in."
Aunt Elizabeth's lip trembled a little. I thought she was going to cry.
I had never known her to cry, though I had seen tears in her eyes, and
I remember once, when she was talking to Dr. Denbigh, Charles Edward
noticed them and laughed. "Those are not idle tears, Peg," he said to
me "They're getting in their work."
Now I was so sorry for her that I stopped thinking of last night and
put it all away. It seemed cruel to be so happy. Aunt Elizabeth sat
down on the step and mother brought her an eggnog. It had been all
ready for grandmother, and I could see mother thought Aunt Elizabeth
needed it, if she was willing to make grandmother wait.
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