watching,â she said airily, playing with the ring on her chain.
I shook my head in disgust. âYou girls always have some excuse when youâre beaten,â I declared.
She put her hands on her hips and glared at me. âLook, Lars, thereâs no reason for you to have a chip on your shoulder.â
âThatâs easy for
you
to say.
You
donât have to move.
You
donât have to make new friends.â
âI certainly donât!â She whirled and ran toward the house.
I felt like kicking myself. Instead, I tore off after her, but by the time I came around the barn, she was already in the van. Her parents were outside talking to Aunt Cass.
âOh, there you are, George. Just in time to say good-bye.â She turned back to speak to the Hargreaveses. âThanks again for coming over. I needed signatures of someone outside the family; although, loosely speaking, youâre in the family.â
âWe tenth cousins are always happy to help, Cass. But shouldnât you get a lawyer to read it?â asked Mr. Hargreaves.
âNo. Ebenezer Bank told me it was perfectly legal if itâs signed by two witnesses, and even they donât have to read it. I have an idea. Why donât you come to our party tonight? Iâm sure Sandra and Erik would like to see you, and Lars would certainly have a better time with Patience than with grown-ups.â
I glanced at Pat to see if she understood what Aunt Cass was talking about. My mom was always telling me to be more patient, but how was that better than being with grown-ups?
Pat looked as confused as I was, if not more so.
âIâm sorry, Cass,â said Mrs. Hargreaves, âbut we have a meeting to go to, and Pat has other plans. Otherwise we wouldâve loved to come. Wouldnât we, honey?â
Pat gave a minimal nod. Her parents quickly got in the van, and they drove off.
After they were out of sight, Aunt Cass looked at me. âWell, George,â she said, âwhat do you want to dress up as tonight?â
âIâm too old to wear a costume for Halloween,â I answered.
âNonsense. If
Iâm
still young enough to do it, so are you!â
She put her hand on my arm and gave it a little squeeze. âDonât worry, George, you wonât look any sillier than the rest of us.â
âI donât wear costumes. Period,â I said dully.
She let my elbow drop. âOkay. I give up. Iâm sure weâll still have a good time. Weâll pull out all the stops!â
She wasnât kidding. We did actually pull out all the stopsâon her pump organ, that is. We pulled all the organâs knobs out until it was so loud the wavy old glass windowpanes rattled. As I pumped and she played, I told Aunt Cass about the Nautilus exercise machine/submarine pun Iâd thought of the first time weâd metâonly a few days before, but it seemed like a lifetime. She liked my joke, and proved it by playing the Captain Nemo piece. Duddle-la . . . deedle deedle deet deeeeee.
My mother, rigged out as Mae West, came and tapped me on the shoulder. âDo you have to play that organ so loud? Itâs deafening!â
âDonât be a party pooper, Sandra,â Aunt Cass said, her fingers flying over the keyboard. âIâm sure Mae West never was.â
Mom pointed at Cassâs old black dress. âJudge Bank will be here any minute, and youâre not even in costume yet!â
âAh, but I am! I only need my makeup and hat to be ready,â Aunt Cass said. She peered at me. âI told Ebenezer not to come without a costume. I donât think much of a man whoâs too proud to put on silly clothes once in a while; thereâs nothing like a little foolishness to take oneâs pride down a peg or two.â
âWhat?â I asked, feeling uncomfortable.
âThatâs just an expression, honey,â Mom explained. âTo take