“It’s a new one on me,” commented Rob.
“There was a new toast went with it. He drank to ‘over the moon.’”
“You must have gone there all right and taken all the shine from the moon-man,” said Rob.
“Lucien,” asked Beth, “did you really go to that haunted house?”
Again I was moved to eloquence, and I told of the farmer’s yearning, the fulfillment, the beckoning hand and the beating of the retreat at length.
“Are you sure,” asked Rob, “that you didn’t take that stone fence before you visited the haunted house?”
“I know,” I replied, loftily, “that a lawyer’s word is worthless, but seeing is believing. We will all visit the haunted house tomorrow night and I’ll make good on ghosts.”
This plan was unanimously approved, and then Silvia suggested that she thought I had better go to bed. I had no particular objection to doing so.
“Lucien,” she said solemnly, when we were alone, “I want you to promise me something. I want you to give me your 123 word that you will never take another stone wall.”