"Young people do too much, nowadays."
I was in the shadow of the sideboard; Ben stood against it.
"When have you played whist, Cassandra?" he asked in a low voice. "Do you remember?"
"Is my name Cassandra?"
"Have you forgotten that, too?"
"I remember the rain."
"It is not October, yet."
"And the yellow leaves do not stick to the panes. Would you like to see Helen?"
"Come, play with me, Ben," called Mrs. Hepburn.
"Ann, try your skill," I entreated, "and let me off."