She made up a little face at a big French window which seemed to stare insolently at them.
“We don’t need you any more,” she said to it.
They came to the only house on the street which was still boarded against the heat of the summer. Here they paused. She seized his arm.
“That is it,” she exclaimed. “That is where we began!”
“Yes, but––it looks different, doesn’t it?”
“It has grown older––more sober.”
“Shall we go in?”
She looked up and down the street.
“If only we could get chased––once more!”