“Oh, yes. He gave it to me outright.”
“Then I think you are entitled to full credit for the good use you made of it.”
“Looking at it that way, perhaps you are right, Alice. Here are the Willows.”
“What a lonely place.”
“You didn't think so, Alice, when we used to drive through here.”
“I was blind then and couldn't see except with your eyes. You didn't say it was lonesome.”
“How could I say so, when I was with you?”
Alice squeezed his hand lovingly.
As they turned into Mason Street, Quincy exclaimed: “There's where Uncle Ike's chicken coop stood until he set it on fire.”
“Did he set it on fire?” cried Alice.