AUTON XLliSERY. 19 When Aunt Moody left Anton House forever, the nursery washung in sackcloth. Her loss seemed to us irreparable. No morequeer-looking big toes Saturday nights! No more funny-lookingthumbs to fondle ! No more double-chins to caress! Our dollswere stuffed with sawdust. The night of… … the disconsolate ones when they woke up by taking their hands,as Aunt Moody used to do; but the ruse proved unavailing, forthe moment they missed that friendly but stubbed thumb on thestrange hand stretched out to them in the darkness they screamedout, Aunt Moody s gone !: Aunt Moody s gone ! Who…
Auton House (Providence, R.I.) · Children's literature
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