"It keeps right on coming," Juliet explained, pulling down her sweater.
"Uncle died in Australia and left it to us. He died on the thirtieth of
June, and we always celebrate."
"Why don't you celebrate his birthday?" suggested Isabel, "instead of the day he died?"
"His birthday was no good to us," replied Romeo, "but his death-day was."
"But if he hadn't been born, he couldn't have died," Isabel objected, more or less logically.
"And if he hadn't died, his being born wouldn't have helped us any," replied Juliet, with a dazzling smile.
There was another pause. "Will you have some tea?" asked Isabel.
"With rum in it?" queried Juliet.
"I don't think so," said Isabel, doubtfully. "Aunt Francesca never does."
"We don't, either," Romeo explained, "except when it's very cold, and then only a teaspoonful."
"The doctor said we didn't need stimulants. What was it he said we needed, Romie?"