Aunt Tommy hardly spoke all the way home , only just held tight to Jill 's and my hands . But after we got home she seemed in great spirits and laughed and chatted with Father and Mother . `` What does this mean ? '' asked Jill , grabbing me in the hall on our way to bed . `` You 'd better get another novel from the cook and find out , '' I said grouchily . I was disgusted with things in general and Dick in particular . The three weeks that followed were awful . Dick never came near Owlwood . Jill and I fought every day , we were so cross and disappointed . Nothing had come out right , and Jill blamed it all on me . She said I must have made it too strong . There was no fun in anything , not even in going to church . Dick hardly thumped the pulpit at all and when he did it was only a measly little thump . But Aunt Tommy did n't seem to worry any . She sang and laughed and joked from morning to night . `` She does n't mind Dick 's making an ass of himself , anyway , that 's one consolation , '' I said to Jill . `` She is breaking her heart about it , '' said Jill , `` and that 's your consolation ! '' `` I do n't believe it , '' I said . `` What makes you think so ? '' `` She cries every night , '' said Jill .
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