“Beth Bristead, did you tear--how did you tear your apron so?” demanded Beth’s aunt. She held up the accusing rent to explain the change in the form of her question; it left no room for doubt that the apron was torn. “Kind of! Elizabeth Frances, aprons do not tear themselves, and you have always been perfectly truthful--I brought you up so,” said Aunt Rebecca sternly.…
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