"What's wrong with Aunt Agatha?" I inquired of my sister. She was doing needlework, giving me another reason to be thankful I wasn't a girl. They had the most frightful ways of filling their time.
"What do you mean?" asked Samantha, looking up for a moment.
"I found her crying in the music room this morning when I went in to practice. And last night she didn't shout me out in front of company."
Samantha smiled, obviously very pleased with herself. "Well, Bertie, I have a secret to tell you. Aunt Agatha is going to have a baby."
I looked warily at her, wondering why on earth she apparently regarded this as good news.