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[Chancy Wojenski]

Arre, where they lived, and her grandmother was going to stay and make a
little visit; but her uncle and aunt were going home soon, and her
mother was hurrying to make some hot biscuits for supper. So when
Comfort came in she stopped short at the sight of the company, and had
to kiss them all and answer their questions with shy politeness. Comfort
was very fond of her grandmother, but this time she did not feel quite
so delighted to see her as usual. As soon as she had got a chance she
slipped into the pantry after her mother. "Mother," she whispered,
pulling her apron softly, "can't I wear my gold ring to school
to-morrow?" "No, you can't. How many times have I got to tell you?" said
her mother, mixing her biscuit dough energetically. "Please let me,
mother. They didn't believe I've got one." "Let them believe it or not,
just as they have a mind to," said her mother. "They think I'm telling
stories." "What have you been telling about your ring in school for,
when you ought to have been studying? Now, Comfort, I can't have you
standing there teasing me any longer. I've got to get these biscuits
into the oven; they must have some supper befo