"I shouldn't wonder if you are right," replied Maggie; "he must be a wicked man indeed."
"Umph!" exclaimed the maiden, with a sniff, "there ain't a more scand'lous villain that ever drawed the breath of life, and I know what I'm saying, and jus' to think, you had a chance and didn't shoot him."
"But, aunty—"
"Shet up, don't interrupt me," broke in the relative, with a vigorous shake of the arm inclosing the neck of Maggie.
"How many times have I told you not to interrupt me when I am talking? Don't you know what's good manners?"
"But, aunty," said Maggie, softly, "I don't see how I can talk at any time without interrupting you."
Eva giggled, but fortunately Aunt Peggy did not catch the full meaning of the demure remark, and she said, rather sharply:
"It's easy enough to tell when I'm talking by just listening, and when I'm talking you must keep still; but I want you to remember that that piece of burglary on your part has got to be settled."
"What do you mean, aunty?"
"I told you you deserved your ears cuffed, and when we get to a place where I can do it with some comfort to myself, I am going to cuff them, that you can depend on."