The Twin Cousins

O Auntie Prim, may I have a party? I'll give you a thou-sand kisses if you'll lemme have a party Auntie Prim looked as if one kiss would be more than she could bear. She was standing by the pantry window that opened upon the garden, rolling out pie-crust, and didn't like to be disturbed. She was a very good woman, but she never liked to be disturbed. Party? said she, gazing sternly at Flaxie Frizzle and her little cousin Milly. Saturday morning, and your mother gone, too I should think this was a queer time for a party Flaxie rolled her apron over at the corners and chewed it. Well, 'cause it's my birthday, and my mamma said-