"You see, Grandpa has an auto, and--" "Mary!"-- just like that she interrupted--Aunt Jane did.

(Funny how old folks can do what they won't let you do.

Now if I'd interrupted anybody like that!) "You may as well understand at once," went on Aunt Jane, "that we are not interested in your grandfather's auto, or his house, or anything that is his." (I felt as if I was hearing the catechism in church!) "And that the less reference you make to your life in Boston, the better we shall be pleased.

As I said before, we are not interested.

Besides, while under your father's roof, it would seem to me very poor taste, indeed, for you to make constant reference to things you may have been doing while _not_ under his roof.