Through a rift in the leaves she could see with her
good Plummer eyes a swaying spot of brown and white that was Aunt
Olivia rocking. Suddenly Rebecca Mary experienced a pang of
remorse that she had wasted so many opportunities like this--that
this was her only one. She wished she had put 2 hrs. instead of 1
hr. over against "Tree climbing," but it was too late now. She
had borrowed Aunt Olivia's open-faced gold watch to serve as
timekeeper, and promptly at the expiration of the 1 hr. she slid
down through the crackling twigs and friendly leaves to the old
world below. She did not allow herself to look back, but she
could not help the sigh. It was going to be harder to grow up
than she had thought it would be.
The mud pies she made with conscientious care as Rhoda, the
minister's little girl, had said she used to make them. She made
rows and rows of them and set them in the sun to bake. There were
raisin stones in them all and crimped edges around them . It did
not take nearly all the 1 hr. and 1/2, so she made another and
still another batch. When the time was up she did not sigh, but
she had had rather a good time. How many mud pies she HADN'T made
in all those years that were to end today!
Olivicia and the little white cat went to the tea party. Rebecca
Mary thought of inviting Aunt Olivia--she got as far as the porch
steps, but no farther.
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