"All right; but isn't it funny?" pleadingly.
"No. I do not think it funny at all."
"Oh, you must; that big, absent man, vainly mooning around among his data"—
"Well, if you will only go away; perhaps—it's a little— There, I have turned the gas out. You will have to go."
"I am about to set up a Gorham to match your Jack," said Mildred irrepressibly. "I am going to see that you treat the poor man right, and help him diagnose his symptoms. I am going to give you reproachful glances and him tender ones. I shall have to tell him they're tender, though"— But here Clover succeeded in pushing her over the threshold and closing the door upon her.
The following day Mr. and Mrs. Page took their departure, the latter more reluctant than ever to leave so many objects of interest.
"Ain't it lonely without 'em?" said Aunt Love that night to Clover, after dinner. "I don't know but you'll want to ask Mr. Gorham over here to help fill up the gap," she suggested rather timidly.
"No, I think we won't disturb his arrangements," replied Clover quietly. "I suppose he can't stay here very much longer any way."
Miss Berry went to the back door to give Blitzen and Electra their supper, and arbitrate between them while they ate it.
"She won't ask him over. H'm!" she soliloquized, arranging two dishes of scraps, while the two pets barked and chirped expectantly. Then she seated herself on a step to watch their proceedings.