This was why there were people in the world who didn’t love children. They had seen them like this.
“I don’t want him—I want my darlin’—Aunt Elsie—”
“No, Shan’t, you don’t. You are at the seaside with your darling uncle.”
“I’m—not—I won’t be at the seaside. I want my darlin’ Aunt Elsie.”
“Shan’t—listen!” He tried to take her in his arms. She became rigid, unbendable—unbreakable—“Shan’t—!”
“I—want—my—darlin’ Aunt—Elsie.”
The management sent up to say, Would the young lady be quiet? There was an elderly gentleman above her—and an old lady below her—who could get no sleep.
“Shan’t—be quiet!”
“Nasty Uncle Marcus!”
“Shan’t—listen—”