"CHARLOTTE, I'm just going to slip over to Aunt Sarah's for a minute. If the grocer comes before I get back, will you put it in the ice box? What time are you going to Gladys's?"
"Half past six, Aunt Kate. Can I do anything for you before I go?"
"Well, if I'm not home by six—I will be, but just if I should possibly happen not to be—you might put a couple of potatoes in to bake."
"Yes, Aunt Kate."
Why didn't she say something about the armful of pear blossoms that Kate had forced in the sunny window? Well, if she doesn't want to mention them, she needn't. I'm sure it makes no difference to me
"Aren't these lovely, Charlotte? I thought I'd take them over to cheer Aunt Sarah up, poor old thing."
"Yes, indeed, they're very pretty."
Very pretty! Well, Charlotte never had been an enthusiastic girl. But she had lots of splendid qualities—so sensible and dependable. She would remember those potatoes. Kate paused at the bottom of the stairs.
"Char-lut!"
"Yes, Aunt Kate?"
