"You take the kid, I.W. Lizzie needs watching. Yesterday I had to make her do the whole butler's pantry over. She just naturally ain't clean."
"You got such luck with your roses, Hattie; it's wonderful!"
They were beneath a climbing bush of them that ran along, glorifying a wooden fence.
She pulled a fan of them to her face. "M-m-m-m!"
"I must spray for worms to-morrow," he said.
They resumed their soft walking in the gloom. "Where's Effie?"
"Telephoning."
"I ask you, is it a shame a child should hang on to the telephone an hour at a time? Fifty minutes since she was interrupted from supper she's been there."
"What's the harm in a young girl telephoning, I.W.? All young folks like to gad over the wire."
"What can a girl have to say over the telephone for fifty minutes?
Altogether in my life I never talked that long into the telephone."