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 . Jordan Sloane stood there , his round , freckled face looking as anxious and sympathetic as it was possible for such a very round , very freckled face to look . Jordan was the Morrisons ' hired boy that summer , and he worshipped Aunty Nan . `` Oh , Jordan , '' sobbed Aunty Nan , who was not above telling her troubles to the hired help , although Mrs. William thought she ought to be , `` I ca n't go to Kensington to-morrow night to hear little Joscelyn sing at the Old Timers ' concert . Maria says I ca n't . '' `` That 's too bad , '' said Jordan . `` Old cat , '' he muttered after the retreating and serenely unconscious Mrs. William . Then he shambled in and sat down on the sofa beside Aunty Nan . `` There , there , do n't cry , '' he said , patting her thin little shoulder with his big , sunburned paw .
`` You 'll make yourself sick if you go on crying , and we ca n't get along without you XXXXX Gull Point Farm . ''
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