“When you feel a cold coming on,” she said, “be sure to rub the goose-grease on your——self.”
He knew she meant “chest”. He was glad she didn’t say the word in front of all those strangers, but, of course, he reflected, there was not the slightest danger of Aunt Charity committing an indelicacy; she tacitly admitted the existence of Edwin from chin to ankles, but never mentioned it.
“Edwin?”
“Yes, aunt.”
“Remember what I said.”
“About what, aunt?”
“About women.”
“Have no apprehension,” he said. “I shall eschew them.”
The engine tooted, the train creaked, and he was off to New York.