"Hello, Auntie," she calls out as she proceeds into the living room and plops herself down by the sewing box.
"Well, look who's bright and early ..."
"Since we all have the day off today, I thought I'd pay my regards. I left at half past eight and came straight over."
"I see. Is there something you need?"
"Nope. Just that it's been a while, so I thought I'd call for a bit."
"Don't make it just a bit. Stay as long as you like. Your uncle will be back soon."
"He's already out? That's unlike him."
"You'll never guess where he went today. ... To see the police. Unusual, don't you think?"
"Unusual indeed. Whatever for?"
"They caught the fellow who robbed us last spring."
"So uncle's been summoned to court? What a pain."
"Not at all. It's about our belongings. Yesterday an officer came by to inform us our things were recovered, so we should go and claim them."
"That explains it. It takes a lot to get Uncle up and out this early in the day. Normally, he'd be sleeping away the day."
"When it comes to sleeping in, nobody rivals your uncle. ... And one wakes him at one's own peril. Just this morning, he'd told me to be sure to wake him by seven, so I did just that. What does he do? He turtles in under the quilts and ignores me. I'm worried he'll oversleep, so I go back after a short while and wake him again. This time, he mutters back at me through the sleeve opening of his bed quilt. It's really too much."