He almost _shakes_ off the little clinging fingers in his astonishment and agitation.

Has she no common-sense--no knowledge of the things that be?
She has drawn back from him and is regarding him somewhat strangely.
"Impossible to leave Aunt Jane ?" questions she.

It is evident she has not altogether understood, and yet is feeling puzzled.

"Well," defiantly, "we shall see!" "_Why_ don't you like your Aunt Jane ?" asks the professor distractedly.
He doesn't feel nearly as fond of his dead friend as he did an hour ago.
"Because," lucidly, "she _is_ Aunt Jane.

If she were _your_ Aunt Jane you would know." "But my dear----" "I really wish," interrupts Miss Wynter petulantly, "you wouldn't call me 'my dear.' Aunt Jane calls me that when she is going to say something horrid to me.