My aunt had been unusually silent. Suddenly she spoke. “He says Snap,”
she remarked; “he buys that place. And a nice old job of Housekeeping
he gives me! He sails through the village swelling like an old turkey.
And who’ll have to scoot the butler? Me! Who’s got to forget all she
ever knew and start again? Me! Who’s got to trek from Chiselhurst and
be a great lady? Me! ... You old Bother! Just when I was settling down
and beginning to feel at home.”
My uncle turned his goggles to her. “Ah! _this_ time it is home,
Susan.... We got there.”