Of course we must have the MacTavishes----" "I knew it," groaned Austin, sinking into a chair.

"Those dear MacTavishes! There are nineteen of them, aren't there?
Or is it only nine ?" "Don't be ridiculous, Austin," said Aunt Charlotte.

"Then there are the Miss Minchins--that'll be eleven; the vicar and his wife, of _course_; and old Mr and Mrs Cobbledick.

Now just come and sit here----" "The Cobbledicks--those old murderers!" cried Austin.

"Do you want us to be all assassinated together ?" "Murderers!" exclaimed Aunt Charlotte, horrified.