Now, Florence had sent one wild throbbing thought to the little Mummy the moment Sir John had spoken of his plan.  How the Mummy would enjoy it, how she would revel in the good food and the lovely house!  What a red-letter day it would be to her all her life, for all the rest of her years!  How Sukey and Ann Pratt and the neighbors down at Dawlish would respect her for evermore!  And doubtless the Mummy's dress might be managed, and--but what about Aunt Susan?  Would Aunt Susan ever forgive her?  She dared not run the risk of her displeasure; too much depended on keeping her in a good humor.