"Do you remember the first night we stood here together?" Sidney said in a low tone, as he drew her fingers within his own. "I loved you then, Shirley, that first night——"
And then Doris's little shrill voice chimed above their murmurings:
"Oh, mine nice dear home! Mine kitty an' mine dolly! and mine piazza! and mine bafwoom wif a place to swim boats! an' mine fowers an' pitty house! No more barn! Barn all dawn! Never turn bat any moh! Oh, mine nice, pitty dear home!"