"To think you two old blesseds should get your heads together like this!" Aunt Hannah stirred restively, and pulled the black shawl more closely about her.
"Indeed, Billy, I don't know what you mean by that," she sighed, with a visible effort at self-control; "but I do know that I can not go to live with you." "Bless your heart, dear, I don't want you to," soothed Billy, with gay promptness.
"Oh! O-h-h," stammered Aunt Hannah, surprise, mortification, dismay, and a grieved hurt bringing a flood of color to her face.

It is one thing to refuse a home, and quite another to have a home refused you.
"Oh! O-h-h, Aunt Hannah," cried Billy, turning very red in her turn.
"Please, _please_ don't look like that.

I didn't mean it that way.

I do want you, dear, only--I want you somewhere else more.

I want you--here." "Here!" Aunt Hannah looked relieved, but unconvinced.
"Yes.