"I should think you would. She is lovely. She and Blitzen have been the bright spots in my summer."
"Oh, of course, Blitzen. I had forgotten him."
"He is delightful. So sympathetic! Our temperaments are just alike."
Page listened with interest. He could imagine the small dog and this young woman in a romp. He could picture her, and he liked to, in a light cambric gown, going at evening with Blitzen up into the pasture to get the cow.
"Aunt Love has given him to me," continued the girl complacently.
Her companion smiled reminiscently.
"What does Blitzen say to the transfer?" he asked.
"I sometimes suspect he doesn't know it," she returned seriously. "I mention it to him every day, though. Mr. Van Tassel laughs at me, and says that I needn't expect to take the dog,—that Blitzen thinks I'm a humbug."
Page was not listening. "Mr. Van Tassel?" he repeated in blank surprise.
"Yes. Didn't I say? Excuse me. He is my sister's husband—and your uncle. I forgot that. The dearest man that ever lived."