“Did you ever hear of a paradise without snakes?” she asked. “The very beauty of it makes them come here.”
“I have never yet known any paradise at all,” he replied. “But can’t you tell me what it is that troubles you?”
Margery looked at him with her clear, large eyes. “I’ll tell you,” she said, “if you will promise not to do a single thing without my permission.”
“I promise that,” said Clyde, eagerly.
“I am troubled by people making love to me.”
“People!” exclaimed Clyde, with a puzzled air.
“Yes,” said she. “Your cousin is one of them.”
“I might have supposed that; but who on earth can be the other one?”
“That is Martin,” said Margery.
For a moment Mr. Clyde did not seem to understand, and then he exclaimed: “You don’t mean the young man who cuts wood and helps Matlack?”