gracious, Tony! You don't imagine I'm going to call the man Paunch to his face, do you? Did you think that when he was introduced to me I'd make him a curtsey like this"--here she arose and swept a magnificent curtsey--"and say, 'I'm delighted to make your acquaintance Mr. Paunch; I've heard a vast deal about you one way and another'? Don't be a goose, Tony! What about Matron? hasn't left, has she? Paddy says she's a regular brick, and anyway it won't be a bit duller for me here than it was with Aunt Emileen whenever Dad was away." "Child, who is Aunt Emileen? I don't seem to have heard of her before. Couldn't she come and be with you for the next few days?" "Child, who is Aunt Emileen? I don't seem to have heard of her before. Couldn't she come and be with you for the next few days?" The girl burst into sudden laughter--infectious, musical, Irish laughter. She rocked to and fro in her mirth, and suddenly snuggling up to Tony Bevan, rubbed her head against his shoulder. The girl burst into sudden laughter--infectious, musical, Irish laughter. She rocked to and fro in her mirth, and suddenly snuggling up to Tony Bevan, rubbed her head against his shoulder. "Oh, Tony, you are too delicious! She can certainly come if you want her, but I'm not sure that you'd think her much good." "Oh, Tony, you are too delicious! She can certainly come if you want her, but I'm not sure that you'd think her much good." "Sit up, Lallie, there's some one coming down the drive. You haven't answered my question. Who and where is Aunt Emileen?" "Sit up, Lallie, there's some one coming down the drive. You haven't answered my question. Who and where is Aunt Emileen?" "Aunt Emileen is my chaperon, but she suffers from delicate health. When Dad took a little house at Fairham last November--and a nice soft winter it was--he told everybody about Aunt Emileen, so that no one should come pestering him and suggesting some nice widow lady to keep house and take care of me. And she answered very well indeed, though it was a little difficult when the clergyman wanted to call and see her." Again she lapsed into that absurd infectious laughter. "Aunt Emileen is my chaperon, but she suffers from delicate health. When Dad took a little house at Fairham
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