But no; it's you who should bid _us_ welcome.

I understand you are keeping house, and auntie and I have come visiting ?" "O, no, no, no," cried Prudy; "we've got all over that; and I tell you, auntie, now you've come home, I feel as if an elephant had rolled right off my heart." "Why, I hope nothing serious has happened," said Mrs.Allen, looking at the pile of nutshells Fly had just dropped on the carpet, and at Dotty's cloak, which lay beside Horace's cap on the piano-stool.
"Yes'm, there is sumpin happened," spoke up Fly from the floor, where she sat with "chestnuts in her lap, and munched, and munched, and munched." "I've had the fever, but I didn't die in it." "She wasn't much sick, auntie; but it frightened us.

Mrs.Fixfax rolled her up six yards deep in blankets, and we thought 'what is home without a mother ?' And then, you see, I didn't know the least thing about cooking, for all I pretended.

I tell you, auntie, it's very different not to have anybody to ask how to do things." "Such messes, you ought to seen 'em, auntie," struck in Dotty, without the least pity.
"Pshaw! we didn't starve, nor anywhere near it," cried Horace.

"I wouldn't say anything, Dot, for Prue worked like a Trojan, and you dawdled round with rings on your thumbs." At the mention of rings, Dotty blushed, and stole a glance at Mrs.
Allen.
"See, auntie," said she, taking off her rosary, "this is my Christmas present; but it doesn't make me a Catholic--does it ?" "How beautiful, my child! A full rosary of one hundred and fifty beads.
It is called 'a chaplet of spiritual roses.' Red, white, and damask.
Pray, who could have given it to you ?" "A lady that ran away from Poland.