“Do you mind if I call you Jim?”“Why no—that is——”“And may I call the lady Aunt Elizabeth?”“Elizabeth?”“If you don’t mind; I’d love to.”“But the fact is——”“You see, I have always wanted a man
named Jim to protect me, and now that I’ve got you I’d love to have you as Jim. Then, I have perfectly loved the Aunt Elizabeths. They’re always so lacy and cameo like.” She stood off and
critically inspected the smiling woman in the most modern of costumes.“You’re really too young,” continued the girl, “but you’ll grow old soon I hope, don’t you think so?”“I’m afraid I
shall——”“Then that’s that. And I’m glad we are settling things so quickly. Could I see my attic room now, Aunt Elizabeth?”“Attic room?”“Isn’t it?”
