“It’s as good as Maypoles and Village Players anyway,” she had said, “and I’m getting too old to run about as I have done.—By the way, is it true that Cosimo Pratt’s gone to India?”
Dorothy had replied that it was true.
“Hm! What for? To dance round another Maypole?”
“I don’t know, auntie. I’ve seen very little of them.”
“Has she gone?”
“No.”
“No more babies yet, I suppose?”
“No.”
“Well ... you’d better see your Aunt Eliza. She’s got all the money that’s left.—But I don’t see how you’re going to get any very much out of Tony and Tim.”