"I won," cried Betty. "No, we both of us did," she added, slipping her hand into mine.
That evening Diana told me that a few days before, she had heard the following conversation between Hugh and Betty:
"I am going to shoot my cock."
"Hugh!" said Betty, "don't, it's a darlin' cock."
"But it doesn't lay eggs," said Hugh.
"I don't think cocks are supposed to lay eggs," said Betty thoughtfully.
"Well, I don't see why they shouldn't," said Hugh; "widowers have children."
Chapter IV
Suppose all aunts, that is to say, all professional aunt, know what it is to be visited at seven o'clock in the morning by nephews and nieces, fresh, vigorous, and rosy after a night's rest. Fresh, and oh! so vigorous and deliciously rosy were Hugh and Betty when they appeared at my bedside at seven o'clock the next morning.