"The house belongs to Aunt Harriet.

She'll have to leave her property to somebody, I suppose, when she shuffles off this mortal coil.

I'm the eldest son, and my name's Percy Beach Woodward.

That ought to count for something." "Aunt Harriet's not going to die yet," said Winona gravely.

"I think it's horrid of you to talk like this!" "Oh, I don't wish the old girl any harm, but one may have an eye to the future all the same," was the airy response.