“I am an aunt, you see,” said; “a professional aunt.”

“A what?” he asked.

“A professional aunt,” I answered.  “You are an uncle, I suppose.”

“I am constantly getting wires to that effect, but I am hanged if I have ever eaten mud-pies.”

" No, that is part of the profession,” I said; “you see, I promised Betty.”

Mr. Dudley relapsed into silence.  I had given him food for reflection.

Here Betty appeared, “not to eat anything,” she carefully explained.  Hugh came next, followed a moment later by Sara, who was beside herself with excitement, which was centered in the blue ribbon in her hair, to which she had that morning been promoted.  A red curl had become more rebellious than its fellows, and it was tied up with a blue ribbon, in the fashion beloved of young mothers.  Diana dislikes any reference made to poodles.

“Yaya’s got a ved vimvirn in her har,” she announced.

We all expressed the keenest interest and unbounded surprise.  One very well-meaning person put down his knife and fork and said he was too surprised to eat any more breakfast; whereupon Hugh said, “You needn’t be so very funny, because Sara doesn’t understand those sort of jokes.”

Whether Sara understood it or not, it seemed to encourage her to further revelations, and she announced with bated breath, “Yaya’s got ved vimvims in her —­ “She opened her eyes very wide and nodded very mysteriously, and was about to suit her actions to her words and disclose the ribbons in question, when Diana, with a promptitude quite splendid, administered a banana.  Sara ate some with relish, paused, and said in a loud voice, subdued by banana, “jormalies.”  She was not going to be put off with a banana.

Betty was very much shocked, and with a face of virtuous indignation whispered in my ear, “Sara means-” I hastily stopped Betty because her whispers are louder than Sara’s loudest conversation and very much more distinct.  And after all there is everything in the way a word is pronounced.  Without any context I think “jormalies” might pass anywhere as a perfectly right and proper word, to be used on any occasion.

Hugh, too, had something to say on the absorbing topic of ribbons, and on such a subject I thought he might safely be trusted.  On what an unsafe foundation is built the faith of an aunt!

“Aunt Woggles,” he said, “has got pink ribbons in her nightie; it’s lovely, and she doesn’t do her hair in funny little things like —­”

Here David distracted Hugh’s attention by telling him an absolute untruth concerning a fox to be seen out of the window.  The first of April is the only day in the whole year on which the word “fox” won’t take him flying to the window.

Betty, perhaps by way of changing the conversation, said, “You did eat my cake, didn’t you, Aunt Woggles?”

“Of course I did, Betty.”

“Don’t you believe it,” said Mr. Dudley.