“People shouldn’t ask questions,” he comforted her,—“unexpected questions like that.”
“N—no,” Blue Bonnet agreed. “Sometimes I think it ought to be—‘elders should be seen and not heard.’”
At last came desert, with the nuts and raisins; Mrs. Clyde, taking pity on Blue Bonnet, suggested that the young people take theirs off to the back parlor.
“Isn’t Grandmother the dearest!” Blue Bonnet said, as she and Alec settled themselves in two big chairs before the fire.
“She’s all right!” Alec answered. “I’ve a piece of news for you, my lady.”
Blue Bonnet caught the almonds he tossed her. “Good?”
“I’ve a cousin coming to stay with us; he’s been at school in New York and—”
“I’m glad; he’s a he!”
“Could a ‘he’ be a she?”
“Because—there are such a lot of ‘she’s’ in Woodford!”