REMINISCENT TALES 



that he would arrive quite late at Eustis on 

 a Saturday evening. Would she see him on 

 Sunday morning at the hotel? 



A small steamer trunk filled the space in 

 one corner of the room he occupied. A 

 little wooden box had been deposited on 

 top of the trunk. 



The Angler, attired in pajamas, as he 

 lounged upon the bed enjoying the delicious 

 air and the peace of a Sabbath morn, heard 

 a gentle knocking at the door. 



In response to his "Come in," Aunty 

 swept into the room garbed in her very 

 best go-to-meeting clothes. On each side 

 of her face her hair had been slicked down 

 severely. It was twisted into a hard, small 

 ball at the back. 



Held in position by an enormous black 

 ribbon bow, a diminutive black bonnet sup- 

 ported huge red peonies on the right and 

 left. A black satin dress, supposedly up-to- 

 date, listed to port and dragged aft to a 

 marked degree, but fitted perfectly other- 

 wise. An imitation black lace shawl drooped 

 from her shoulders. Her hands were par- 

 tially covered by old-fashioned mitts. 



Over her left bosom an emblem of the 

 Queen's Daughters or something of the kind 

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