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 . `` I can tell by the look of her eyes in the morning . '' `` She does n't look half as woebegone over it as you do , '' I said . `` If I had her reason for looking woebegone I would n't look it either , '' said Jill . I asked her to explain her meaning , but she only said that little boys could n't understand those things . Things went on like this for another week . Then they reached -- so Jill says -- a climax . If Jill knows what that means I do n't . But Pinky Carewe was the climax . Pinky 's name is James , but Jill and I always called him Pinky because we could n't bear him . He took to calling at Owlwood and one evening he took Aunt Tommy out driving . Then Jill came to me .
`` Something has got XXXXX be done , '' she said resolutely .
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