“Peanuts,” said James, rather shamefacedly.
CHAPTER XV
MORE NATURE STUDY.
“IT’S love that makes the world go round,” said I next morning at breakfast.
“What makes the merry-go-round?” said Ethel.
“The answer to that will be found in the May number,” said I. “You ought not to ask conundrums, whose answers have to be thought up. But isn’t it so? Hasn’t Minerva been an angel ever since James came and if she isn’t in love with him what is she?”
“If that’s another conundrum, I give it up, too. Do you suppose that James loves her?”
“It wouldn’t surprise me. Minerva is not bad looking and she has a happy disposition in the main,” said I, as Ethel passed me my coffee.
“My, yes, she’s a different creature from what she was when she first saw these hills. This morning she actually told me that the sunsets up here had more colors in them than they had in New York, and that they were bigger. She’s beginning to take notice. I must give her a nature lesson. Something has always happened to prevent it.”
“I don’t think the need for it exists now that she has James. He’s all the study she needs.”