"You've forgiven me, 'ain't you, Bill?"
"Yep," chirped Bill, without so much as a glance.
Her attempt to make love to Bill was not meeting with the success she had hoped, but she was bound to make up to him for all the sorrow of the last few months, and so she did not notice his apparent indifference.
"Just think," she exclaimed, enthusiastically, "the place is ours again!"
"You mean it's yours again," said Bill, slowly.
"No," She shook her head emphatically. "Ours, after this, Bill."
"All right," Bill replied, again not moving.
Mrs. Jones, seeing that her attempts to be affectionate were falling upon unfertile ground, dropped his hand.
"How did Mr. Marvin manage to get it away from them?" she asked.
For the first time Bill took interest.