You MUST stay over Sunday." "I really can't.

I have to go to Charlottetown tonight," returned Aunt Eliza.
"Well, you'll take off your things and stay to tea, at least," urged Felicity, as hospitably as her strained vocal chords would admit.
"Yes, I think I'll do that.

I want to get acquainted with my--my nephews and nieces," said Aunt Eliza, with a rather pleasant glance around our group.

If I could have associated the thought of such a thing with my preconception of Great-aunt Eliza I could have sworn there was a twinkle in her eye.

But of course it was impossible.