"You're sure to have heaps of children," she warned him.
"Hope so."
"You'll forget how many there are, and mix them up with the dogs and the cats and the geese. They'll be very dirty."
"And perfectly happy."
"Oh, yes. Now Helen's will always be clean little prigs who couldn't be naughty if they tried. I shall like yours best, John, though they won't be clean enough to kiss."
"Shut up!" he said.
"I shall be a lovely aunt. I shall come from London Town with a cornucopia of presents. We're beginning to go," she went on. "First John, and then me, as soon as I am twenty-one."
"But Rupert will be here," Helen said quickly.
"He'll marry, too, and you'll be left with Notya. Somebody will have to look after her old age. And as you've always been so fond of her—!"
"There would be the moor," Helen said, answering all her unspoken thoughts.