Once a Week

"In less refined circles than ours," I said to Myra, "your behaviour would be described as swank. Really, to judge from the airs you put on, you might be the child's mother.""He's jealous because he's not an aunt himself. Isn't he, ducksey darling?""I do wish you wouldn't keep dragging the baby into the conversation; we can make it go quite well as a duologue. As to being jealous-why, it's absurd. True, I'm not an aunt, but in a very short time I shall be an uncle by marriage, which...
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"In less refined circles than ours," I said to Myra, "your behaviour would be described as swank. Really, to judge from the airs you put on, you might be the child's mother.""He's jealous because he's not an aunt himself. Isn't he, ducksey darling?""I do wish you wouldn't keep dragging the baby into the conversation; we can make it go quite well as a duologue. As to being jealous-why, it's absurd. True, I'm not an aunt, but in a very short time I shall be an uncle by marriage, which sounds to me much superior. That is," I added, "if you're still equal to it."Myra blew me a kiss over the cradle."Another thing you've forgotten," I went on, "is that I'm down for a place as a godfather. Archie tells me that it isn't settled yet, but that there's a good deal of talk about it in the clubs. Who's the other going to be? Not Thomas, I suppose? That would be making the thing rather a farce.""Hasn't Dahlia broken it to you?" said Myra anxiously."Simpson?" I asked, in an awed whisper.Myra nodded. "And, of course, Thomas," she said."Heavens! Not three of us? What a jolly crowd we shall be. Thomas can play our best ball. We might--""But of course there are only going to be two godfathers," she said, and leant over the cradle again.