"I think I'll put my gold money in the bottom of that pocket," said
aunt Corinne, "just where I can find it easy every day."
She drew out all the package and dropped it in, and, having stuffed
the pocket again, at once emptied it to see that her piece had not
slipped through some ambushed hole. Aunt Corinne was considered a
flighty damsel by all her immediate relatives and acquaintances. She
had a piquant little face containing investigating hazel eyes. Her
brown hair was cut square off and held back from her brow by a round
comb. Her skin was of the most delicate pink color, flushing to rosy
bloom in her cheeks. She was a long, rather than a tall girl, with
slim fingers and slim feet, and any excitement tingled over her
visibly, so that aunt Corinne was frequently all of a quiver about
the most trivial circumstances. She had a deep dimple in her chin and
another at the right side of her mouth, and her nose tipped just
enough to give all the lines of her face a laughing look.
But this laughing look ran ludicrously into consternation when,
twisting away from the prospect ahead, she happened to look suddenly
backward under the looped-up curtain, and saw a head dodging down.
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