"But what?"
"But people grow old," she said, "and one dies before another. That's what's wrong with Eden."
I laughed at her.
"Old! You and I? We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Ivy Bower."
"Right Bower," says she, "you don't understand——"
"How not understand?"
"You don't understand that Right Bower and Ivy Bower aren't the only people on this island."
She didn't turn a fiery red and bolt—the way young wives do in stories. She looked at me with steady, brave, considering eyes.
"Don't worry, dear," she says after a time; "everything will be all right. I know it will."