“Who would I like for Letty’s sister-in-law?”
Jinny waited a bit. “Well—slowcoach?”
“I don’t see what on earth you mean,” he said, pondering the matter. And he hadn’t found her hand yet.
“Bright boy!” she taunted him, and leaping the three steps, tore up the three of the next house, and vanished through the open front door.
An hour afterwards, Luke said: “Oh!” It had dawned upon him.
That evening, before retiring to bed, he banged at Letty’s door, and, not waiting for permission, slouched into her room. Quickly she covered up some mysterious occupation at the writing-table.
“Hullo, what’s up?”
“Nothing.” Luke stood by the mantelpiece, and closely examined likenesses of Violet Baker, Michael Mordkin, and Sebastian. Letty, really alarmed by his uncanny behaviour, came up behind him, and slipped an arm around his shoulders. “What is it, old boy?”
“Nothing.”