"Yes, it's me, Aunt," said Andy, a good deal crestfallen and embarrassed. "You see, I wanted to see you—"
"Then why didn't you come like a civilized being! The house has doors.
Tell me, do you intend to come in?"
"If you please, aunt."
"You may do so."
"Thank you," fluttered Andy.
He now discovered that his coat had caught in half-a-dozen fish hooks attached to an eel line all tangled up in the framework. It took him fully two minutes to get free. Andy climbed over the window sill and stood fumbling his cap. His old awe of his dictatorial relative was as strong as ever within him.
"Can't you sit down?" she demanded, sinking to a chair herself and facing him steadily. "How long have you been outside there?"
"Only a few minutes," answered Andy.
"Did you see anybody in this room beside myself?"
"Yes, ma'am—a man."