Having sealed her letter, Aunt May became aware of his smile. “What is amusing you?” she asked.
“Damn good story!” said Wilfred.
“Wilfred! This is not South Washington Square!”
“Oh, beg pardon, Aunt. They tell me that profanity is becoming fashionable.”
“Not in this house! . . . Who is the story by?”
Wilfred affected to turn back to the beginning. “Chap called Wilfred Pell.”
“Wilfred! Give me that magazine!”
Together they studied the illustration to Wilfred’s story.
“I don’t think much of that,” remarked Aunt May.
“Putrid!”