Now, Aunt Dorothy, I love you and I love my father, but I give you fair warning there is trouble ahead for any one who crosses me in this matter." She certainly looked as if she spoke the truth.

Then she hummed a tune under her breath--a dangerous signal in Dorothy at certain times.

Soon the humming turned to whistling.

Whistling in those olden days was looked upon as a species of crime in a girl.
Dorothy stood by the window for a short time and then taking up an embroidery frame, drew a chair nearer to the light and began to work at her embroidery.

In a moment or two she stopped whistling, and we could almost feel the silence in the room.