Christmas day I
could not. I could not get it till near the end of the next
day.
"Aunt Gary," I said, "I want to consult you about something."
"You have always something turning about in your head," — was
her answer.
"Do you think," said I slowly, "Mr. Edwards would have any
objection to some of the people coming to the kitchen Sunday
evenings to hear me read the Bible?"
"To hear _you_ read the Bible!" said my aunt.
"Yes, aunt Gary; I think they would like it. You know they
cannot read it for themselves."
"_They_ would like it. And you would be delighted, wouldn't
you?"
"Yes, aunt Gary. I should like it better than anything."
"You are a funny child! There is not a bit of your mother in
you — except your obstinacy."
And my aunt seemed to ponder my difference.
"Would Mr. Edwards object to it, do you think? Would he let
them come?"
"The question is, whether I will let them come. Mr. Edwards
has no business with what is done in the house."
"But, aunt Gary, you would not have any objection.
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