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Well, early in May comes Aunt Tommy. I must explain who Aunt Tommy is or Jill will be at me again. She is Father’s youngest sister and her real name is Bertha Gordon, but Father has always called her Tommy and she likes it.

Jill and I had never seen Aunt Tommy before, but we took to her from the start because she was so pretty and because she talked to us just as if we were grown up. She called Jill Elizabeth, and Jill would adore a Hottentot who called her Elizabeth.

Aunt Tommy is the prettiest girl I ever saw. If Jill is half as good-looking when she gets to be twenty–she’s only ten now, same age as I am, we’re twins–I shall be proud of her for a sister.

Aunt Tommy is all white and dimpled. She has curly red hair and big jolly brown eyes and scrumptious freckles. I do like freckles in a girl, although Jill goes wild if she thinks she has one on her nose. When we talked of writing this story Jill said I wasn’t to say that Aunt Tommy had freckles because it wouldn’t sound romantic. But I don’t care. She has freckles and I think they are all right.

We went to church with Aunt Tommy the first Sunday after she came, one on each side of her. Aunt Tommy is the only girl in the world I’d walk hand in hand with before people. She looked fine that day. She had on a gorgeous dress, all frills and ruffles, and a big white floppy hat. I was proud of her for an aunt, I can tell you, and I was anxious for Dick to see her. When he came up to speak to me and Jill after church came out I said, “Aunt Tommy, this is Mr. Richmond,” just like the grown-up people say. Aunt Tommy and Dick shook hands and Dick got as red as anything. It was funny to see him.

The very next evening he came down to Owlwood. We hadn’t expected him until Tuesday, for he never came Monday night before. That is Father’s night for going to a lodge meeting. Mother was away this time too. I met Dick on the porch and took him into the parlour, thinking what a bully talk we could have all alone together, without Jill bothering around. But in a minute Aunt Tommy came in and she and Dick began to talk, and I just couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I got so disgusted I started out, but I don’t believe they ever noticed I was gone. I liked Aunt Tommy very well, but I didn’t think she had any business to monopolize Dick like that when he and I were such old chums.

Outside I came across Jill. She was sitting all alone in the dark, curled up on the edge of the verandah just where she could see into the parlour through the big glass door. I sat down beside her, for I wanted sympathy.

“Dick’s in there talking to Aunt Tommy,” I said. “I don’t see what makes him want to talk to her.”

“What a goose you are!” said Jill in that aggravatingly patronizing way of hers. “Why, Dick has fallen in love with Aunt Tommy!”

Honest, I jumped. I never was so surprised.

“How do you know?” I asked.

“Because I do,” said Jill. “I knew it yesterday at church and I think it is so romantic.”

“I don’t see how you can tell,” I said–and I didn’t.

“You’ll understand better when you get older,” said Jill. Sometimes Jill talks as if she were a hundred years older than I am, instead of being a twin. And really, sometimes I think she is older.

“I didn’t think ministers ever fell in love,” I protested.

“Some do,” said Jill sagely. “Mr. Grinnell wouldn’t ever, I suppose. But Dick is different. I’d like him for a husband myself. But he’d be too old for me by the time I grew up, so I suppose I’ll have to let Aunt Tommy have him. It will be all in the family anyhow–that is one comfort. I think Aunt Tommy ought to have me for a flower girl and I’ll wear pink silk clouded over with white chiffon and carry a big bouquet of roses.”