"'M; dewy though," returned Miss Berry.
"I do like those old trees," said her guest slowly, continuing to gaze.
"So do the mosquitoes," replied Miss Berry inflexibly. "Come up on to the stoop."
Page, with a smile of amusement, followed his hostess to the piazza, where she ensconced him in one rocking chair, and herself in another.
"Do the orioles still hold possession of that elm?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad of that. The rest of the world may change, and must; but I'm jealous of a hair's breadth of change in Pearfield."
"Well, I don't know. The hang-birds squabble a good deal," remarked Miss Lovina impartially.
Her guest laughed again. The fact being that very few things in life moved him to laughter, he was enjoying himself hugely.
"You are too practical; too unsentimental, Aunt Love," he asserted argumentatively.