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"I mistrust you folks won't get to Pembroke tomorrow," he said sagely. "It's going to storm." Aunt Cyrilla did not worry over this. I MISTRUST YOU FOLKS WON'T GET TO PRIM BOOK TOMORROW HE SAID SAGELY IT'S GOING TO STORM AUNT CYRIL DID NOT WORRY OVER THIS
is hanging up in the porch. Couldn't you put them in too?" Aunt Cyrilla smiled broadly. "Well, I guess we'll leave the pig alone; but since you have reminded me of it, the chicken may as well go in. I can make room." Lucy Rose, in spite of her prejudices, helped with the packing and, not having been trained under Aunt Cyrilla's eye for nothing, did it very well too, with much clever economy of space. But when Aunt Cyrilla had put in as a finishing touch a big bouquet of pink and white everlastings, and tied the bulging covers down with a firm hand, Lucy Rose stood over the basket and whispered vindictively: "Some day I'm going to burn this basket--when I get courage enough. Then there'll be an end of lugging it everywhere we go like a--like an old market-woman." Uncle Leopold came in just then, shaking his head dubiously. He was not going to spend Christmas with Edward and Geraldine, and perhaps the prospect of having to cook and eat his Christmas dinner all alone made him pessimistic. ROSE WICKEDLY AND THE PIG UNCLE LEO KILLED IS HANGING UP IN THE PORCH COULDN'T YOU PUT THEM IN TOO AUNT CYRIL SMILED BROADLY WELL I GUESS WE'LL LEAVE THE PIG ALONE BUT SINCE YOU HAVE REMINDED ME OF IT THE CHICKEN MAY AS WELL GO IN I CAN MAKE ROOM LUCY ROSE IN SPITE OF HER PREJUDICES HELP WITH THE PACKING AND NOT HAVING BEEN TRAINED UNDER AUNT CYRIL'S EYE FOR NOTHING DID IT VERY WELL TOO WITH MUCH CLEVER ECONOMY OF SPACE BUT WHEN AUNT CYRIL HAD PUT IN AS A FINISHING TOUCH A BIG BOUQUET OF PINK AND WHITE EVERLASTINGS AND TIED THE BULGING COVERS DOWN WITH A FIRM HAND LUCY ROSE STOOD OVER THE BASKET AND WHISPERED VINDICTIVELY SOME DAY I'M GOING TO BURN THIS BASKET WHEN I GET COURAGE ENOUGH THEN THERE BE AN END OF LUGGING IT EVERYWHERE WE GO LIKE LIKE AN OLD MARKET WOMAN UNCLE LEOPOLD CAME IN JUST THEN SHAKING HIS HEAD DUBIOUSLY HE WAS NOT GOING TO SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH EDWARD AND GERALDINE AND PERHAPS THE PROSPECT OF HAVING TO COOK AND EAT HIS CHRISTMAS DINNER ALL ALONE MADE HIM PESSIMISTIC
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