What do you think of that ? '' asked Aunt Kipp , pausing suddenly with her sharp eye on him . `` I -- I think she was a regular dear , '' cried Toady , holding on to the chair with both hands , as if that climax rather took him off his legs . `` And what did the boy do about it ? '' continued Aunt Kipp , curiously . `` He bought a velocipede , and gave his sister half , and paid his mother 's rent , and put a splendid marble cherakin over the old lady , and had a jolly good time , and -- '' `` What in the world is a cherakin ? '' laughed Aunt Kipp , as Toady paused for breath . `` Why , do n't you know ? It 's a angel crying , or pointing up , or flapping his wings . They have them over graves ; and I 'll give you the biggest one I can find when you die . But I 'm not in a very great hurry to have you . '' `` Thankee , dear ; I 'm in no hurry , myself . But , Toady , the boy did wrong in giving his sister half ; she did n't deserve any ; and the grandma left word she was n't to have a penny of it . '' `` Really ? '' cried the boy , with a troubled face . `` Yes , really . If he gave her any he lost it all ; the old lady said so . Now what do you think ? '' asked Aunt Kipp , who found it impossible to pardon Polly , -- perhaps because she was young , and pretty , and much beloved . Toady 's eyes kindled , and his red cheeks grew redder still , as he cried out defiantly , -- `` I think she was a selfish pig , -- do n't you ? ''
`` No , I do n't , sir ; and I 'm sure that little XXXXX was n't such a fool as to lose the money .
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