What is the matter with you to-night?"
A little later they were sitting quietly in Miss Minerva's
room. She was reading "The Christian at Home," and he was
absently looking at a picture book.
"Sam Lamb's wife Sukey sho' is a beautiful patcher," he
remarked, feeling his way.
She made no answering comment, and the discouraged little
boy was silent for a few minutes. He had worn Aunt Cindy's
many-colored patches too often to be ashamed of this one for
himself, but he felt that he would like to draw his aunt out
and find how she stood on the subject of patches.
"Aunt Minerva," he presently asked, "what sorter patches
'd you ruther wear on yo' pants, blue patches or brown?"
"On my what?" she asked, looking at him severely over her
paper.
"I mean if you's me," he hastily explained. "Don't you
think blue patches is the mos' nat'ral lookin'?"
"What are you driving at, William?" she asked; but without
waiting for his answer she went on with her reading.
The child was silent for a long time, his little mind busy,
then he began, "Aunt Minerva?"
She peered at him over her glasses a second, then dropped
her eyes to the paper where an interesting article on
Foreign Missions held her attention.
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