And that only goes to prove what I said before.
Bertram is not a spinster aunt, and neither are any of the rest of you.
But Billy takes you that way." "Takes us that way--as spinster aunts!" "Yes.

She makes herself as free in this house as she was in her Aunt Ella's at Hampden Falls.

She flies up to Cyril's rooms half a dozen times a day with some question about her lessons; and I don't know how long she'd sit at his feet and adoringly listen to his playing if he didn't sometimes get out of patience and tell her to go and practise herself.

She makes nothing of tripping into Bertram's studio at all hours of the day; and he's sketched her head at every conceivable angle--which certainly doesn't tend to make Billy modest or retiring.
As to you--you know how much she's in your rooms, spending evening after evening fussing over your collections." "I know; but we're--we're sorting them and making a catalogue," defended the man, anxiously.

"Besides, I--I like to have her there.