“Wouldn’t you go if you was me?” asked the old lady.
Janice smiled.
“Indeed I would.”
Aunt Mary rose. A flood of metropolitan fever suddenly surged up and around and over and through her.
“Tell him I’ll be down in five minutes,” she said.
“Can you change in that time?” Janice stopped to shriek.
“What should I change for?” Aunt Mary demanded in astonishment. “Ain’t I all dressed now?”
Janice did not attempt to shriek any counter-advice, and while she was gone to find Jack, her mistress brushed herself in some places, soaped herself in others, and considered her toilet made. When Janice returned she caught up a loose lock of hair, and put the placket-hole of her skirt square in the middle of Aunt Mary’s back, and dared go no further. There was an air even about the back of Jack’s influential aunt which forbade too much liberty to those dealing with her.