'You have such a lot of aunts and uncles!' said Maude, 'and I have not
got anything but one old uncle.'

'Uncles are all very well,' said Dolores, said Maude. 'There are the
two Miss Mohuns--'

'Oh, that's beginning at the wrong end. Aunt Ada is the youngest of
them all, and she thinks she is a young lady still, and wears little
curls on her forehead, and a tennis pinafore, and makes her waist just
like a wasp. She and Aunt Jane live together at Rockquay, because she
has bad health--at least she has whenever she likes; and Aunt Jane does
all sorts of charities and worries, and sets everybody to rights,' said
Dolly, in a very grown-up voice, speaking partly from her own
observation, and partly repeating what she had caught from her elders.

'Oh yes, I know her,' said Maude. 'She asked me questions about all I
did, and she did bother mamma so about a maid she recommended that we
are never going to take another from her.'

'Aunt Phyllis comes between them, I believe; but she has married a
sailor captain and gone to settle in New Zealand, and I have not seen
her since I was a very little girl. Then there's Aunt Emily, who is a
very great swell indeed. Her husband was a canon, Lord Henry Grey; but
he is dead, and she lives at Brighton, a regular fat, comfortable down-
pillow of a woman, who isn't bad to lunch with, only she sends one out
to the Parade with her maid, as if one was a baby. Mother used to
laugh at her. And I think there was an older one who went to India and
died long ago.'