"Oh, didn't it!" says Old Hickory.
For a second or so he stares over her head at the wall beyond, and around his grim mouth corners come softer lines than I'd ever seen there before. Then, all of a sudden, he adds:
"You'll need a roomy, light-draught yacht."
"We were just going to look for one," says Auntie. "I was returning for my checkbook when you interfered."
"That was a rather lively pace you set for us," almost chuckles Old Hickory.
"I have never enjoyed a ride more," says Auntie. "My blood is still tingling from it."
"And mine," says Mr. Ellins. "We nearly overhauled you once. Did your cab hit anything?"
"Only the hub of an ashcart," says she. "We lost part of a front fender. And once a traffic policeman tried to arrest us. We rushed him, though."
"Auntie!" comes from Vee husky, as she drops back on a window seat. But Auntie takes no notice.
"I say," goes on Old Hickory, "has Killam shown you the jewelry he dug from the mound?"