“Well, no; I can’t say I do. Why?”
“I only thought I should like to light one for you. You know,” she added, confidentially, “girls always light their grandfathers’ pipes in books. And I’ve had so little practice in that sort of thing!”
“In pipes?”
“No—in grandfathers!”
There came a pause, occupied, on Di’s part, by a swift, not altogether approving survey of the stiff, high-studded room. This time it was the old gentleman who broke the silence.
“‘Good afternoon, Grandfather,’ was the apparition’s cheerful greeting.”
“I believe you are the young lady who admired that old clodhopper in the picture,” he remarked.