"No, one doesn't--at six. Wait till you've added twenty thereto."

"Aunt Kate?"

"Yes?"

"How old is Miss Ann?"

"Worth, when this twenty I'm talking about has been added on, you will
know that never, never, _never_ must one speak or think or dream of a
lady's age."

"Why not?"

"Oh, because it brings the cries--lots of times."

He had seated himself on the floor. The puppy was in spasms of excitement
over the discovery of a considerable expanse of bare legs.

"Are they sorry they're not as old as somebody else?" he asked, trying to
get his legs out of the puppy's lurching reach.

"No, they're usually able to endure the grief brought them by that
thought."

"Aunt Kate?"

"Oh--_yes_?" It was a good story.

"Would Miss Ann be sorry she's not as old as you?"