Her breath was sweet. There was a
wholesome cleanliness about her person that pleased Nan. The
ugly dress was spotless and beautifully laundered. She had a
glimpse of the unplastered kitchen and saw a row of copper pots
on the shelf over the dresser that were scoured to dazzling
brightness. The boards of the floor were white as milk,. The
big, patent range glistened with polish, and its nickel-work was
rubbed till it reflected like a mirror.
"Welcome, my dear!" said Aunt Kate again. "I hope you will be
happy while you stay with us."
Happy! With Momsey and Papa Sherwood on the ocean, and the
"little dwelling in amity" closed and deserted? Nan feared she
would break down and cry.
Her Aunt Kate left her to herself a minute just then that she
might overcome this weakness. Uncle Henry came up the path with
the bags, smiling broadly.
"Well, old woman!" he said heartily.
"Well, old man!" she returned.
And then suddenly, Nan Sherwood had a new vision. She was used
to seeing her pretty mother and her handsome father display their
mutual affection; it had not seemed possible that rough, burly
Uncle Henry and ugly Aunt Kate could feel the same degree of
affection for each other.
Uncle Henry dropped the bags.
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