`` If you had seen Dick 's face , '' I said , `` you would have thought I made it plenty strong . And I 'd like to know what Aunt Tommy will say to all this when she finds out . '' `` Well , you did n't tell a thing but what was true , '' said Jill . The next evening was Dick 's regular night for coming , but he did n't come , although Jill and I went down the lane a dozen times to watch for him . The night after that was prayer-meeting night . Dick had always walked home with Aunt Tommy and us , but that night he did n't . He only just bowed and smiled as he passed us in the porch . Aunt Tommy hardly spoke all the way home , only just held tight to Jill 's and my hands . But after we got home she seemed in great spirits and laughed and chatted with Father and Mother . `` What does this mean ? '' asked Jill , grabbing me in the hall on our way to bed . `` You 'd better get another novel from the cook and find out , '' I said grouchily . I was disgusted with things in general and Dick in particular . The three weeks that followed were awful . Dick never came near Owlwood . Jill and I fought every day , we were so cross and disappointed . Nothing had come out right , and Jill blamed it all on me . She said I must have made it too strong . There was no fun in anything , not even in going to church . Dick hardly thumped the pulpit at all and when he did it was only a measly little thump .
But Aunt Tommy did n't seem XXXXX worry any .
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