"How mean you are," said Victoria, rewarding Otterburn with a bright look for having laughed at her mimicry. "I thought I did her voice to perfection.'
"Nothing but a saw-mill could do that," retorted the irreverent Eustace. "So that is Aunt Jelly's opinion. It isn't flattering."
"Neither is Aunt Jelly."
"I'm dying to know Aunt Jelly," declared Angus mirthfully, "she must be as good as a play."
"She is! tragedy."
"No! No! Miss Sheldon, excuse me, comedy."
"I should say burlesque, judging from your descriptions," said the Master, gaily. "How did you drop across her, Miss Sheldon?"
"I didn't drop across her," said Miss Sheldon, candidly, "she dropped across me. My father left me to her guardianship, and I was duly delivered in due course like a bale of goods."
"Why isn't Aunt Jelly fulfilling her guardianship by seeing you through the temptations of the Continent?" asked Eustace, severely.
"Oh, she placed me under the wing of Mrs. Trubbles."