"Good morning, Cousin Robert. You're up soon," said the little woman, coming out of the dining-room and putting a soft, warm little hand in his great palm.
Now to young Pagebrook this was a totally new use of the word "soon," and I dare say he would have been greatly interested in it but for the fact that the trim little woman who stood there, key-basket in hand, interested him more.
"You've caught me in the midst of my housekeeping, but never mind; only be careful, or you'll slip on the pine tags; they're as slippery as glass."
"And is that the reason they are scattered on the floor?"
"Yes, we polish with them. Up North you wax your floors instead, don't you?"
"Yes, for balls and the like, I believe, but commonly we have carpets."
"What! in summer time, too?"
"O yes! certainly, Why not?"
"Why, they're so warm. We take ours up soon in the spring, and never put them down again until fall."
This time Mr. Robert observed the queer use of the word "soon," but said nothing about it. He said instead: