“The music.”
“The music? What music?”
“What! did you, too, sleep through it all?”
“What! was there a serenade, and you did not wake us? It was really mean of you!”
If ouch is masculine, really mean is feminine.
“Bless you, we heard never a note of it ourselves!”
“A note of what? Who heard it, and what was there to hear? What enigma is this?”
“Why, hasn’t Aunt Phœbe told you?”
“Told us what? What is there to tell, Aunt Phœbe, and why have you not told us already?”
“Bless your sweet souls un you, I ain’t had time,” said old Phœbe, bowing and courtesying all round; while Milly grinned ungainly in her wake.