'[...] And nothing could blacken my reputation in Maiden Eggesford. I'm much too much the popular pet ever since I sang "Every Nice Girl Loves A Sailor" at the village concert last year. I had them rolling in the aisles. Three encores, and so many bows that I got a crick in the back.'

'Spare me the tale of your excesses', I said distantly.

'I wore a sailor suit.'

'Please', I said, revolted.

Aunts Aren't Gentlemen. Chapter 11