"I don't see a mite of harm in it," Aunt Maria maintained, sturdily. She
set her bowl of sugar and butter on the table, and leaned forward with a
hand on each aproned knee. "I know Fidelia ain't but five year old, but
she's brighter than some children of seven. It's just a straight road to
the store, an' she can't get lost, to save her life. And she knows where
'tis. You took her down to Mis' Rose's three or four weeks ago, didn't
you?"
"Yes; that day father went down for grain. I s'pose she would remember."
"Of course she'd remember. I don't see one thing, as far as I'm
concerned, to hinder that child's goin' down to the store an' bringin'
home some raisins. I used to go on errands before I was as old as she
is. Folks didn't fuss over their children so much in my day."
"Well," said Mrs. Lennox, finally, with a great sigh, "I don't know but
I may as well send her."
Mrs. Lennox was much smaller than her sister, and she had a rather
sickly but pleasant face. She had to push a chair before her as she
walked, for she had scalded her foot quite badly the week before, and it
was now all swathed in bandages. It had been a very unfortunate accident
in more ways than one, for Cynthia, her elder daughter, was going to be
married soon, and the family were busily engaged in the wedding
preparations. It was very hard for poor Mrs. Lennox to have to limp
about with one knee in a chair, while she made wedding-cake and arranged
for the bridal festivities, but she made the best of it.
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