Then I say what I've done, and my aunts say what they've done, and perhaps some one comes in: Mrs.Hunt, let's suppose.

She's an old lady with a lame leg.

She has or she once had eight children; so we ask after them.

They're all over the world; so we ask where they are, and sometimes they're ill, or they're stationed in a cholera district, or in some place where it only rains once in five months.

Mrs.Hunt," she said with a smile, "had a son who was hugged to death by a bear." Here she stopped and looked at Hewet to see whether he was amused by the same things that amused her.