Not that we thought much about it at that time. But later on, when I finds he's been droppin' in for tea, been there for dinner Saturday, and has beat me to it again Sunday evenin', I begins to sprout suspicions.
"He seems to be gettin' the habit, eh?" I suggests to Vee.
She don't deny it.
"Who's doin' the rushin'," says I, "him or Auntie?"
Vee shrugs her shoulders. "He came around to-night," says she, "to show Auntie some miniatures of the late Alicia. She asked to see them. Look! They are examining one now."
Sure enough they were, with their heads close together. And Auntie is pattin' him soothin' on the arm.
"Kind of kittenish motions, if you ask me," says I. "She's gazin' at him mushy, too."
"I never knew Auntie to be quite so absurd," says Vee.
"Say," I whispers, "how about givin' 'em a sample of the butt-in act, so they'll know how it seems?"
Vee smothers a giggle.