Auntie Robbo, "no sense of humour." She did in fact disapprove of Auntie Robbo and Hector; especially Hector--she wasn't so afraid of him.
She looked down her nose now when Auntie Robbo, grimacing and waving wet arms in the direction of the drawing-room, hissed: "Who is it and what do they want?"
"Who is it?" hissed Hector, hopping from one leg to the other.
Amy replied loudly and primly: "Miss Benck has arrived, ma'am. She's having tea in the drawing-room."
"Oh!" Their faces went blank with horror.
"Merlissa Benck! Bless me, Hector, she's come. It's the Egyptian stepmother. Is this really the tenth of the month? I would never have believed it. How awful of us!"
"Shall I get the spare room ready, ma'am?" asked Amy.
"Is she black?" asked Hector. He had begun to hop again in excitement.
Amy gave him a withering look, and turned on her heel.
"Come on, Hector." Auntie Robbo swept forward, shedding wet garments as she passed through t