“Perhaps he knew nothing about them.”
“Then you think that Aunt Sue,——”
“Sh-sh,—Ann, we do not know.”
“I know what Grandmother told me. But I’m glad to hear that you think Uncle Tyson may be all right.”
“Your Aunt Sue, you know, always did think that everything at home belonged to her.”
“Yes; isn’t it funny? I couldn’t be that way, even about our dear home. How old is Maurice, Mother?”
“Let me see. You are in your eighteenth year, aren’t you?”
“Yes’m,—your daughter is getting on in years, madam.”
“Very old, indeed! I was thinking of the difference in your ages. I have always understood that there were two years between Maurice and Suzanne, and Suzanne is about six months older than you. Sue had two babies when she came home from abroad. I judge that Maurice is about twenty now, possibly twenty-one by the time he graduates.”