"Have you got an aunt?" he inquired, ignoring her remark.
"No!" I answered laconically, for his questions wearied me.
"Lucky!" he replied, with a look and sigh of envy.
"Dreadful!" murmured Miss Murray, putting down her cup,—"not twelve yet; dreadful!"
"Who is to take care of you?" continued William.
Miss Murray was one of the many good-natured persons who dislike uncomfortable facts and questions. She nervously exclaimed, "Do not mind him, my dear!"
"Don't you like them?" pursued William.
I gave him no reply.
"Quite right," approvingly observed Miss Murray; "take example of that child, William."
"She is a sulky little monkey!" he indignantly exclaimed, and, until his departure, which took place in the course of the day, he spoke no more to me.