They'd be too much trouble." "That's a good idea," said Erebus, brightening.
"It'll stop them drowning kittens all right.

The only thing I'm not sure about is the accounts." "You're always bothering about those silly old accounts!" said Erebus sharply.
She resented having had to enter in their penny ledger the items of their expenditure with conspicuous neatness under his critical eye.
"Well, I don't think the kittens ought to go down in the accounts.
Aunt Amelia is so used to cats' homes that are given their cats.

She's told me all about it: how people write and ask for their cats to be taken in." "_I_ don't want them to go down.

It makes all the less accounts to keep," said Erebus readily.
"Well, that's settled," said the Terror cheerfully.
Once more the Twins rode round the countryside, spreading abroad the tidings of their munificent offer of threepence a head for kittens who could just lap.
But kittens did not immediately flow in; and the complaints of the impatient Erebus grew louder and louder.

There was no doubt that she loved a grievance; and even more she loved making no secret of that grievance to those about her.