“yes, it is, aunt mona. and it would be an even lovelier one if some kind gentleman were to come along and offer to marry me, and rescue me from this house of horrors.”
“house of horrors!” aunt mona laughed. “really, my dear, you are so dramatic at times!”
that evening at dinner, aunt mona reported beverly’s remark about living in a house of horrors, much to the amusement of the entire company, who kept repeating it with humorous variations right up until the gentlemen retired to the lounge.
what a treacherous old cow aunt mona is, beverly reflected.
she resolved never to trust another human being again.