Eight Cousins

*I could stand the aunts, but there are dozens of cousins, dreadful boys all of them, and I detest boys! Some of them came to see me last Wednesday, but I was lying down, and when auntie came to call me I went under the quilt and pretended to be asleep. I shall have to see them some time, but I do dread it so.* And Rose gave a shudder, for, having lived alone with her invalid father, she knew nothing of boys, and considered them a species of wild animal. *Oh! I guess you’ll like ‘em. I’ve seen ‘em flying round when they come over from the Point, sometimes in their boats and sometimes on horseback. If you like boats and horses, you’ll enjoy yourself first-rate.*