“But, Molly!” almost shrieked Beth, in amazement, seizing the other girl by her arm. “Every one of your aunts’ names begins with ‘C’!”
“Yes. I know it.”
“But—but—— Isn’t that funny?”
“No. Only alliterative,” said Molly, wide-eyed.
Cynthia’s low, mellow laugh broke out suddenly. “And their parents never even thought of my name, I suppose?” she said.
“I don’t know. At least, grandmother had no other girls to name. She liked the ‘C,’ I suppose, because all her forebears were mariners,” declared Molly, with great seriousness.
“Did you ever hear the like?” murmured Cynthia Fogg.
“I wonder how much we can really believe of what Molly says?” said Beth, pinching the culprit’s ear. “All this about your aunts—and seven of them!—make me doubt if you have any aunts at all.”
“Cracky-me!” ejaculated Molly. “Wait till you see ’em.”
“Shall I ever?” said Beth Baldwin.