"Hush, Lull," said their mother; "she is my sister, after all."
"Purty sister," Lull snorted, "comin' where she's not wanted, upsettin' everybuddy with her talk a' ruination."
"It's true, it's true," Mrs Darragh wailed, and began to cry again.
Lull hurried the children out of the room; they heard her comforting their mother as they went down the passage. They went to bed with heavy hearts. Jane said her prayers three times over, then cried herself to sleep.
Next morning Aunt Charlotte was down early. Fly and Patsy, who had been out to see if the gooseberries were ripe, met her in the hall as they came back.
"Good morning," she said. "I don't think I saw you yesterday. What are your names?"
"I am Fly, an' he is Patsy," Fly answered.
"What?" said Aunt Charlotte.
"Fly an' Patsy," Fly repeated, and was going past, but Aunt Charlotte pounced on some gooseberries Fly had in her pinafore. "What are you going to do with these?" she said.
"Ripe them," said Patsy, trying to get past.