“What of?” he asked. “What's my being simple remind you of?”
“Nothing!” she laughed. “It wasn't you that reminded me. It was just something that's been on my mind. I don't believe he's actually ever been inside our house!”
“Hasn't he?”
“I actually don't believe he ever has,” she said. “Of course we must——” She paused, debating.
“We must what?”
“I guess I better talk to Alice about it right now,” she said. “He don't usually come for about half an hour yet; I guess I've got time.” And with that she walked away, leaving him to his puzzles.
CHAPTER XIX
Alice was softly crooning to herself as her mother turned the corner of the house and approached through the dusk.
“Isn't it the most BEAUTIFUL evening!” the daughter said. “WHY can't summer last all year? Did you ever know a lovelier twilight than this, mama?”