“I wonder just what the economic value of stirring up dust is,” he mused.
She turned upon him.
“You don’t want your library to look as though you never used it, do you?”
“One might use a library,” he suggested, “without ever disturbing the books.”
“It is a convenient place to practice in,” she admitted.
“Oh. Are you to practice your duets to-day?”
“I wrote Carl that I should be too busy. And he wished to play me his new song.”
“At first I should have said it was impossible for him to write a song, but now—I think I see how he does it.”
“He has a great deal of talent.”
“I liked the way his eyes lighted up at thought of a possible opera,” he admitted frankly.