"AUNT!" said Mrs. Chichester haughtily. "AUNT. Not ANT."
Alaric commented to Ethel:
"ANT! Like some little crawly insect."
Peg heard him, looked at him and laughed. He certainly was odd. Then she looked at Ethel, then at Mr. Hawkes, then all round the room as if she missed someone. Finally she faced Mrs. Chichester again.
"Are you me Uncle Nat's widdy?"
"No, I am not," contradicted the old lady sharply.
"Then how are you me—AUNT?" demanded Peg.
"I am your mother's sister," replied Mrs. Chichester.
"Oh!" cried Peg. "Then your name's Monica?"
"It is."