"  Too  much  life !  "  the  good  woman  repeated
scornfully.  "  I  'd  like  to  see  a  gal  that  had
too  much  life  for  me.  I  was  that  kind  my-
self, and  right  up  an'  doin'.  All  these  Tides-
head  gals  behave  as  slow  as  the  everlastin
month  o'  March.  Fussin'  about  their  clothes,
and  f ussin'  about  '  you  do  this  '  and  '  /  cai*'t
do  that,'  an'  lettin'  folks  that  know  something
ride  right  by  'em.  See  this  little  Betty,  now,
sweet  as  white  laylocks,  I  do  declare.  There
she  goes  'long  o'  Miss  Barbary,  out  into  the
ros'berry  bushes."


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46  Aunt  Barbara,"  Betty  was  saying  a  few
minutes  later,  as  one  knelt  each  side  of  the
row  of  white  raspberries,  —  "  Aunt  Barbara,  do
you  like  best  being  grown  up  or  being  about
as  old  as  I  am  ?  "

"  Being  grown  up,  I  'm  sure,  dear,"  replied
the  aunt,  after  serious  reflection.
