When we returned at six o’clock, Rob and Diogenes were awaiting us. There was something in Rob’s eyes I had not seen there before. He had the look of one in love with life.
“Did you have a nice time playing solitaire?” asked Silvia.
“I had a very nice time,” he replied with a subtle smile, “but I didn’t play solitaire. You know I had Diogenes.”
“Diogenes apparently had a good time, too,” said Silvia, looking at the child, who was certainly a wreck in the way of garments. “What did you do all day, Rob?”
“We went out on the water, played games, and had a picnic dinner outdoors.”
“You had huckleberry pie for one thing,” 155 she observed, with a glance at Diogenes’ dress, “and jelly for another, and––”
“Chicken, baked potatoes, milk, cake, and ice cream,” he finished.
“Where did you get ice cream?” she asked.
“I went down to a dairy farm and got a gallon.”
“A gallon!” she exclaimed. “For you and Diogenes?”