“That is nice of you,” she said. “How is Cousin Amy?”
“Amy is very well,” said he. “But she’s gone to bed early, a little tired with the journey. And how is Cousin Amy’s cousin?”
He sat down on the basket chair close beside her which creaked with his weight.
“I must have a special chair made for you,” she said. “You are so big and strong. Have you seen Cousin Amy’s cousin’s husband?”
“No: I heard you were out here. So I came straight out.”
She got up.
“I think it will be better, then, if we go in, and tell him you are here,” she said. “He might think it strange.”
Major Ames jumped up with alacrity: with his alacrity was mingled a pleasing sense of adventure.
“By all means,” he said. “Then we can come out again.”
She smiled at him.