The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1918-12-05
CHAPTER I--continued.

N FOiCc ShIlluB, tHuckl tnuCk F!
Chuck-a-chuck r. came from behind
the old house. A few wb~ite-feathered
Fowls that had been In sight scurried
Wildly away In answer to the sum
mOns.
Mr.. Stage. still looking at the little
girl. set down the bag and reached
for the dogs leash. The loop of the
latter he passed around the ~gatepost.
Il tell you what 1t Is. Car'lyn May.
You'd better meet Aunty Rose first
hlone. I've my fears about this mon
grel."
"Oh, Uncle Joe" quivered his niece.
you go ahead and get acquainted
with her." urged Mr.. Stage. "She
don't HE dogs. They chase her
chickens and run over her flower beds.
Aunty Rose is peculiar, / might say"
"oh. Uncle Joe u repeated the little
girl family
You've got 70 make her Ike you, If
you want to live here" the hardware
dealer concluded firmly.
He gave Carolyn May a little shove
up the path and then stood back and
mopped his brow with his handker-
chief. Prince strained at the leash
and whined, wishing to follow his little
mistress.
Ma Stagg said: you'd better keep
mighty quiet, dog. II you want your
home address to be The Corners, sing
SMALL"
Carolyn May did not hear this, but
disappeared after the fowls around
the corner Of the wide, vine-draped
porch. The pleasant back yard was
full OF sunshine. On the gra vel path
heyond the old wen. with tt long
sweep and bucket, half a hundred
chickens, some g~uineas and q flock OF
turkeys scufled for grain which was
being thrown to them from an open
pan.
That pan was held In the plump
hand of a very Misunderstanding wom-
an, dressed in drab and with a sun
bonnet on her head.
Aunty Roses appearance smote the
little girl with a feeling OF awe.
There was no frown on her face;
1t was only calm, unruffied, unemo-
tlonal. 1t simply seemed as though
nothing, either material or spiritual,
could rufle the placidity Of Aunty
Rose Kennedy.
She came of Quaker stock and the
serenity of body and spirit taught by
the sect built a wall between her and
everybody else.
Child, who are your asked Aunty
Rose with some curiosity.
The little girl told her name; but
perhaps 1t was her black frock and
hat that identified her In Aunty Roses
mind. after all.
"You are Hannah Stages little GIRL
she said.
"Yes'm-if you please" Carolyn May
confessed family.
"And how came you here alonef
IF you please. Uncle Joe said I'd
better prob1y come ahead and get ac-
auainted with you first"
".Firstf ]. What do you mean, 'irstY"
asked Aunty Rose sternly.
'First-before you saw Prince re-
sponded the perfectly frank little girl.
HUncle Joe thought maybe you
wouldn't care for dogs"
Dogs"
"No, ma'am. And OF course where
i live Prince has to 1--we too. So-"
SoaT 1os
"Yes, ma'am."
"0f course" said Aunty Rose CON-
posedly. II expected you to come here.
4 do not know what Joseph Stagg ex-
pected. But i did not suppose you
would have a dog. Where Is Joseph
Itagg?"
"He-he's coming"
with the dogr
Eyes, ma'nm."
Aunty Rose seemed to take SONS
time to digest this; but she made no
further comment In regard to the mat
ter. only saying:
Let as 60 into the house, Car1yn
May. You must take OF your hat
and battle your face and hands"
Carolyn May Cameron followed the
stately figure of Aunty Rose kennedy
into the blue-and-white kitchen OF the
old house. with something Of the feel
ing Of a culprit ON the way to the
block.
Such a.big Kitchen rs 1t wasi The
1itfe girl thought It must be almost
Is big as their whole apartment in
Harlem put together"
The little girl took on her plain
black hat shook back her hair and
=-sss sssass
plunged her hands and face into the
basin OF cool walter Aunty Rose had
drawn ar her NJ the rink. The dust