I heard Aunt Jane's voice on the piazza saying good-bye to the lady that had brought her home; so, of course, I had to run and hang Marie in the closet and get out Mary from the corner before she saw me.

And I did.
By dinner-time I had on the gingham dress and the hot clumpy shoes again; and I had washed my face in cold water so I had got most of the tear spots off.

I didn't want Aunt Jane to see them and ask questions, of course.

And I guess she didn't.

Anyway, she didn't say anything.
Father didn't say anything either, but he acted queer.