"No," he laughed, "but think of the perfectly grand opportunity that is going to waste. Ed Smith away for another week!"
"We enjoyed printing the poetry, didn't we?"
"Didn't we!" he responded. "I thought last Wednesday night that it was pretty nearly the biggest and most interesting work in the world to edit a country newspaper."
"And you told Anthy."
He glanced around at me quickly.
"She told you?"
"No," I said, "but I knew."
"Yes, I told her," he said.
He paused and looked off across our quiet hills; the autumn air was cool and sweet.
"I wonder——" he began, but he did not tell me what it was that he wondered.