"Hm-m," he agreed pleasantly.
"The only trouble is the selecting, James."
"Yes, that is a drawback," murmured the man, with a vivid recollection of a certain afternoon under the apple trees.
"Well, I'll tell you"—Mrs. Wentworth leaned forward in sudden animation—"to-morrow you pick out the one you want and ask him—or her—to go into the parlor for a few minutes at nine o'clock in the morning, and I will do the same."
"Well, maybe," he began a little doubtfully, "but—"
"And if there are two, and you are n't real sure which you want, just ask both of them to go, and we 'll settle it together, later," she finished.
To this, with some measure of content, her husband agreed.
The next morning at ten minutes before nine Mrs. Wentworth began her search. With no hesitation she accosted the little cripple.
"Tommy, dear, I want you to go into the parlor for a few minutes. Take your book in there and read, and I 'll come very soon and tell you what I want."
Tommy obeyed at once and Mrs. Wentworth sighed in relief. At that moment Tilly came into the garden.