Chapter 11 - (VERSO)
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Aunt Olivia arose and advanced primly, with outstretched hand.
“Mr. MacPherson, I am very glad to see you,” she
remarked said formally.
“It’s yourself, Nillie!” Mr. Malcolm MacPherson gave two strides. He dropped his flowers on the floor, knocked over a small table, and sent the ottoman spinning against the wall. Then he had caught Aunt Olivia in his arms and—smack, smack, smack! Peggy sank back upon the stair-step with her handkerchief stuffed in her mouth. Aunt Olivia was being kissed!
Presently Mr. Malcolm MacPherson held her back at arms’ length in
From "Aunt Olivia's Beau."