Mrs. John Joe knew that ; the latter had dropped in in a flurry of curiosity concerning the little boy whom she had seen about Miss Cynthia 's place for the last two days . Her daughter Kitty was with her ; they both sat close together on the kitchen sofa . `` It is too bad , '' said Mrs. John Joe sympathetically . `` I do n't wonder you are mixed up . So unexpected , too ! When did he come ? '' `` Tuesday night , '' said Miss Cynthia . She had decided on the vanilla and was whipping it briskly in . `` I saw an express wagon drive into the yard with a boy and a trunk in it and I went out just as he got down . ` Are you my Aunt Cynthia ? ' he said . ` Who in the world are you ? ' I asked . And he says , ` I 'm Wilbur Merrivale , and my father was John Merrivale . He died three weeks ago and he said I was to come to you , because you were his sister . ' Well , you could just have knocked me down with a feather ! '' `` I 'm sure , '' said Mrs. John Joe . `` But I did n't know you had a brother . And his name -- Merrivale ? '' `` Well , he was n't any relation really .
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