Aunt Clara

Aunt Clara did what she could. It never seemed to be much. Her nieces and nephews were fond of her and took her for granted, her brothers and sisters criticised her and used her. None of them really thought about her at all. It was only the strange charges laid on her by an old relative that threw her into a world of circuses, greyhound-racing and dubious house-property, where, to the perplexity of her worldly-wise relatives and friends, she seemed to manage as well as other people, though not always in the way they hoped.