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Aunt Crete's Emancipation

Aunt Crete's Emancipation

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AUNT CRETE’S EMANCIPATION

Aunt Crete and Carrie watch Luella read telegram
“SHE WATCHED LUELLA’S DISMAYED FACE WITH GROWING ALARM”

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BY
Grace Livingston Hill-Lutz
Author of “The Girl from Montana,”
“The Story of a Whim,” Etc.





ILLUSTRATIONS BY
CLARA E. ATWOOD





THE GOLDEN RULE COMPANY
Tremont Temple
Boston, Mass.


CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I. A Telegram and a Flight 11
II. The Backwoods Cousin 25
III. A Wonderful Day 39
IV. Aunt Crete Transformed 61
V. Luella and Her Mother are Mystified 79
VI. An Embarrassing Meeting 96
VII. Luella’s Humiliation 117
VIII. Aunt Crete’s Partnership 132

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

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She watched Luella’s dismayed face with growing alarm”    Frontispiece
He helped with vigor 31
Donald watched her with satisfaction 52
She beamed upon the whole trainful of people 63
‘Somewhere I have seen that woman,’ exclaimed Luella’s mother 81
They stood face to face with the wonderful lady in the gray gown 102
“‘It’s a lie! I say it’s a lie!’” 123
Aunt Crete was at last emancipated 143

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CHAPTER I

A TELEGRAM AND A FLIGHT

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“WHO’S at the front door?” asked Luella’s mother, coming in from the kitchen with a dish-towel in her hand. “I thought I heard the door-bell.”

“Luella’s gone to the door,” said her sister from her vantage-point at the crack of the sitting-room door. “It looks to me like a telegraph boy.”

“It couldn’t be, Crete,” said Luella’s mother impatiently, coming to see for herself. “Who would telegraph now that Hannah’s dead?”

Lucretia was short and dumpy, with the comfortable, patient look of the maiden aunt that knows she is indispensable because she will meekly take all the burdens that no one else wants to bear. Her sister could easily look over her head into the hall, and her gaze was penetrative and alert.

“I’m sure I don’t know, Carrie,” said Lucretia apprehensively; “but I’m all of a tremble. Telegrams are dreadful things.”

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