A. P. I used to like cider when I was a girl; but that was the genuine article, and we used to go to the mill where they made it, and take it through a straw.
E. M. (interested). So your aunt is rich?
C. Yes; she is said to be worth thirty thousand dollars.
E. M. That’s quite a fortune.
A. P. (as if talking to herself). Yes; deafness is quite a misfortune; but one doesn’t mind it so much when they’re stopping among their own relations.
C. (smiling). Yes, it is quite a fortune, and of course we put up with her oddities for the sake of the money, which will, most of it, come to us.
E. M. She may outlive you.
C. That’s what I’m afraid of. It would be just our luck to have her live to be a hundred.
E. M. How old is she now?
C. About sixty-five.