. Aunt Anne . dreds and hundreds a year I would sharethem with you and your darlings, and Iwould ask you for no accounts, dear should think that the money was as muchyours as mine. You know it, dont you, mylove ? Yes, dear, I think I do, Florenceanswered, and kissed the old lady affec-tionately, thinking that perhaps, after all,she had made rather too much fuss. 11 Then let us forget about it, my darling,Mrs. Baines said, with the gracious smilethat always had its influence ; I could neverremember anything long of you, but yourkindness and hospitality. Believe me, I amquite sure tha
. Aunt Anne . dreds and hundreds a year I would sharethem with you and your darlings, and Iwould ask you for no accounts, dear should think that the money was as muchyours as mine. You know it, dont you, mylove ? Yes, dear, I think I do, Florenceanswered, and kissed the old lady affec-tionately, thinking that perhaps, after all,she had made rather too much fuss. 11 Then let us forget about it, my darling,Mrs. Baines said, with the gracious smilethat always had its influence ; I could neverremember anything long of you, but yourkindness and hospitality. Believe me, I amquite sure that you did not mean to woundme this morning. It was your zealous careof dear Walters interests that caused you fora moment to forget what was due to me. Iquite understand, my darling. Now go foryour walk, and be assured that Aunt Anneloves you. 248 Aunt Anne. And Florence was dismissed, feeling asthe children had felt the evening beforewhen they had been sent to bed and toldof the chocolate under their CHAPTER XI. HE grey sky and the dim trees, theblack hedges and the absolute still-ness ; all these proved excellent comfortersto Florence. They made her philosophicaland almost smiling again. It was only whenan empty waggonette of Steggalls passedher that she remembered the vexations ofthe morning. Poor old lady, she said toherself with almost a laugh, in future shemust not be trusted with money, that is she only would not scold me and treat melike a child, I should not mind it so course when Walter does it, I like it;but I dont like it from Aunt Anne. She had walked a long way. She wasgetting tired. The messengers of night 250 Aunt Anne. were abroad, the stray breezes, the darkflecked clouds, the shadows loitering by thetrees, the strange little sounds among thehedges by the wayside. Far off, beyondthe wood, she heard a clock belonging toa big house strike six. It was time to hurryhome. If she walked the two miles betweenherself and the cottage quickly, s
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