The third book in the series tells the story of Prudy's Aunt Margaret Parlin's childhood. She tells Horace, Prudy, Dotty, and Flyaway her story before their visit with her comes to an end. She was a mischievous little girl who got in and out of all kinds of trouble. She doesn't tell her stories in chronological order because she can't remember the events in her life in the right order, so she tells it to them as the stories come to mind.

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Here you sit, Horace, Prudy, Dotty, and Flyaway, all waiting for a story. How shall I begin? I cannot remember the events of my life in right order, so I shall have to tell them as they come into my mind. Let us see. To go back to the long, long summer, when I was a child: There once lived and moved a little try-patience, called Margaret Parlin; no more nor less a personage than myself, your affectionate auntie, and very humble servant. I was as restless a baby as ever sat on a papa's knee and was trotted to "Boston." When I cried, my womanly sister 'Ria, seven years old, thought I was very silly; and my brother Ned, aged four, said, "Div her a pill; I would!"