"Yes, there's my kiss," throwing it, "and don't get her roused up, Larry. I've things to discuss."
"All right. We go, but I return. Au revoir. And talk woman's foolishness till I get back—do! I want to be here when you get off the latest fallals."
But she began tamely enough.
"I saw something in the paper the other day that I want to ask about. Is it your house here that is advertised for sale?"
Madame Bonnivel nodded, and Dorette answered,
"Yes, isn't it too bad? The owner has died and the estate is to be turned into money wherever possible. We can stay until it is sold, or can leave by giving a fortnight's notice at any time, if we prefer."
"And then where will you go?"
"Oh, we haven't planned that far," said Camille. "I say, let it be in the suburbs. I hate to think of an apartment, again."
"But, my dear, there are far pleasanter ones than we used to know," put in her mother gently. "I do regret leaving here, though. It will be difficult to find another place, within our means, where we will find so much room out-doors and in. Poor Dodo will miss the grassy yard."
"And Dodo's grandmother, too," added Camille. "You ought to see how chummy they are, Joyce, out under our one maple."