Sure enough they were, with their heads close together. And Auntie is
pattin' him soothin' on the arm.

"Kind of kittenish motions, if you ask me," says I. "She's gazin' at
him mushy, too."

"I never knew Auntie to be quite so absurd," says Vee.

"Say," I whispers, "how about givin' 'em a sample of the butt-in act,
so they'll know how it seems?"

Vee smothers a giggle.

"Let's!" says she.

So we leaves the alcove and crashes in on this close-harmony duet. Vee
has to see the miniatures of Alicia, and she has to show 'em to me.
Also we pulls up chairs and sits there, listenin' with our mouths open,
right in the midst of things.

Auntie does her best to shunt us, too.

"Verona," says she, "why don't you and Torchy get out the chafing-dish
and make some of that delicious maple fudge you are so fond of."

"Why, Aunty!" says Vee. "When you know I've stopped eating candy for a
month."

"You might play something for him," is Auntie's next suggestion. "That
new chanson."