'It's got to be alligators!' said Cecil, waving his arms.
'It shan't be alligators! I want to know more about Doris.'
'Doris!' Cecil's tone implied that the human intelligence could no lower sink.
'Yes. I expect you like her better than you do us.'
'Don't you think I ought to like my niece best?'
'No'—from Cecil.
'You said we belonged to you, too,' observed Miss Sara.
'Of course.'
'And all aunts,' she pursued, 'don't like their nieces so dreadfully.'
'Don't they?' inquired Miss Levering, with an elaborate air of innocence.