England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Families -- Fiction; Spouses -- Fiction
Aunt Lavvy wanted an open cheque for five pounds cashed. And after Hal
had teased her a bit more as to what she could possibly want with all
that money at once, he took the cheque and departed. But first of all
he kissed her, because she was rather a dear little old lady, and was
just the right height for the manly embraces of seventeen-and-a-half.
Most men feel it a merit in their more aged female possessions to
be small and frail-looking, to have pink cheeks and silvery hair,
and a soft voice and delicate white hands.... Aunt Lavvy achieved
all this; she was the perfect cliché among dear little old ladies,
down to the very lavender-bags she placed among her linen. That was
why all the young Maxwells adored her. Directly a new visitor came
to the Laburnums, she or he was hauled along as a matter of course
to see Aunt Lavvy and be approved by her; and her sweetness and
little-old-ladyness made them vaguely discontented with their own
female home belongings, equally ancient, but possibly more strident.
Correctly speaking, she was not an aunt at all. Because the
Maxwells’ house was at one time too large for them, she had come as
a paying-guest during a financial slump. And Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell
encouraged “Aunt Lavvy” among the children, as it covered the weekly
payment of two guineas with a soft slither of sentiment, and created
a legend in the eyes of the world--the Buckler’s Cross world. Later
on, when the financial slump was over, and the Maxwells’ house was too
small for them, Aunt Lavvy remained on in the best bedroom--by dint
of increasing pressure in the rest of the house--because to evict her
would have destroyed the aunt legend, and clearly revealed the former
reason of her being. Besides, she was already a tradition: “What should
we do without Aunt Lavvy?” Everybody took their little confidences to
Aunt Lavvy--except, perhaps, Mrs. Maxwell. Mrs. Maxwell had rather a
reddish face, and a haggard neck, and a very loud bustling voice. No,
she did not take her little confidences to Aunt Lavvy. But they got on
very well together. They had known each other as girls.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account