" They seemed to consider it a mild personal disgrace.
"Why don't you save it?" queried Isabel.
"What for?" Romeo demanded, curiously.
"Why, so you'll have it if you ever need it."
"It keeps right on coming," Juliet explained, pulling down her sweater.
"Uncle died in Australia and left it to us. He died on the thirtieth of
June, and we always celebrate."
"Why don't you celebrate his birthday?" suggested Isabel, "instead of
the day he died?"
"His birthday was no good to us," replied Romeo, "but his death-day
was."
"But if he hadn't been born, he couldn't have died," Isabel objected,
more or less logically.
"And if he hadn't died, his being born wouldn't have helped us any,"
replied Juliet, with a dazzling smile.
There was another pause. "Will you have some tea?" asked Isabel.
"With rum in it?" queried Juliet.
"I don't think so," said Isabel, doubtfully. "Aunt Francesca never
does."
"We don't, either," Romeo explained, "except when it's very cold, and
then only a teaspoonful."
"The doctor said we didn't need stimulants. What was it he said we
needed, Romie?"
"Sedatives.
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