“What? In this weather?”
“Any time.”
“I go to chapel,” said she, “and marketing with mother.” There was a little pause. “And to the Free Library.”
“Oh yes. You’ve got a Free Library here now, haven’t you?”
“Yes. We’ve had it over a year.”
“And you belong to it? What do you read?”
“Oh, stories, you know. I get a fresh book out once a week.”
“Saturdays, I suppose?”
“No,” she said. “Wednesdays.” And she smiled. “Usually.”
“It’s Wednesday to-day,” said he. “Not been already?”