Mother cried, "_Marie_!" in her most I'm-shocked-at-you voice; and Aunt Hattie cried, "Child--child!" And she seemed shocked, too.
And both of them threw up their hands and looked at each other in the did-you-ever-hear-such-a-dreadful-thing?
way that old folks do when young folks have displeased them.

And them they both went right out of the room, talking about the unfortunate effect on a child's mind, and perverted morals, and Mother reproaching Aunt Hattie for talking about those things before that child (meaning me, of course).

Then they got too far down the hall for me to hear any more.

But I don't see why they needed to have made such a fuss.

It wasn't any secret that Mother got a divorce; and if she got one once, of course she could again.
(That's what I'm going to do when I'm married, if I grow tired of him--my husband, I mean.) Oh, yes, I know Mrs.Mayhew and her crowd don't seem to think divorces are very nice; but there needn't anybody try to make me think that anything my mother does isn't perfectly nice and all right.