It would be nice to keep up with Aunt Mildred.

That had been the point of the telegram about Aunt Mildred.

Aunt Mildred had been decidedly a good aunt as aunts go.

The one you said reminded you of your Aunt Mildred?

Aunt Mildred was mother to me, yet I went to her no more with my confidences.

I might have been on her back at the time, or Aunt Mildred, or anybody.

Suddenly Aunt Mildred's hand began to twitch into movement.

Aunt Mildred and Uncle Robert thought there was nobody like you.

Mark the affection, almost maternal, that will well up in Aunt Mildred's eyes.

The message must have been Aunt Mildred will have dinner ready.