"I suppose people ought to make their wills very fast and firm," said Winona. It was seldom she ventured on an independent remark. As a rule she left her aunt to do the talking.
"Undoubtedly. Nothing causes more trouble than carelessness in this respect."
"Ought we all to make wills?"
"If we have anything to leave it's advisable."
"Ought I?"
"Well, hardly at present, I should say!"
"Ought mother?" Winona was growing redder and redder.
"No doubt she has done so."
"Have you made yours, Aunt Harriet?"
The horrible deed was done, and Winona, crimson to the roots of her hair, felt she had, metaphorically speaking, burnt her boats.