Now , Aunty Nan , do be reasonable . Are n't William and I kind to you ? Do n't we do everything for your comfort ? '' `` Yes , oh , yes , '' admitted Aunty Nan deprecatingly . `` Well , then , you ought to be guided by our opinion . And you must just give up thinking about the Kensington concert , Aunty , and not worry yourself and me about it any more . I am going down to the shore field now to call William to tea . Just keep an eye on the baby in chance he wakes up , and see that the teapot does n't boil over . '' Mrs. William whisked out of the kitchen , pretending not to see the tears that were falling over Aunty Nan 's withered pink cheeks . Aunty Nan was really getting very childish , Mrs. William reflected , as she marched down to the shore field . Why , she cried now about every little thing ! And such a notion -- to want to go to the Old Timers ' concert at Kensington and be so set on it ! Really , it was hard to put up with her whims . Mrs. William sighed virtuously . As for Aunty Nan , she sat alone in the kitchen , and cried bitterly , as only lonely old age can cry . It seemed to her that she could not bear it , that she MUST go to Kensington . But she knew that it was not to be , since Mrs. William had decided otherwise . Mrs. William 's word was law at Gull Point Farm . `` What 's the matter with my old Aunty Nan ? '' cried a hearty young voice from the doorway .
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