James Otis, Aunt Hannah and Seth
“ Seth muttered to himself, as he turned toward the sink, over which hung a towel so white that he could hardly believe he would be allowed to dry his face and hands with it.He was alone in the kitchen. Snip, having had a most satisfactory breakfast of what he must have believed was real cream, had run out of doors to chase a leaf blown by the wind, and Gladys was close behind, alternately urging him in the pursuit, and showering praises upon “the sweetest dog that ever lived.”“Folks that live like this must be mighty rich,” Seth thought, as he plunged his face into a basin of clear water. ”
