"I'm glad to meet Mr. Robbins. I think that his other name is Tom, or if it isn't it ought to be, for he's the image of the Tom Robbins I knew."
"Father remembers you," Tom cried. "He used to see you when you were first married."
"Take some chairs," Elizabeth said.
"That's our joke," Tom explained, "the first time I came here Captain Swift was so full of fun, and everything——"
"That, well, I got rattled," Elizabeth explained, "so I said, 'take some chairs,' and we always say it now."
"Taking chairs just about describes me when I go into a place. I move around a good deal," Tom said.
"If I could have my present," Madget interrupted from the sofa, "I would be good."
"At dinner time I am going to give it to you."
"All right," Madget said, "I'll go ask Grandma Swift to have my dinner."
"Isn't she cunning?" Tom looked after her as she trotted off. "Oh, Elizabeth, I'm going to give Moses my old bicycle. It isn't doing any one any good now. I'm making him a rack to go in front, that he can carry milk bottles on."