“It was supremely tidy,” she complimented. “Which was a distinct surprise. Most men’s housekeeping is rather the reverse.”
Her gaze kept wandering off down the bottoms for some sign of Bart’s return.
“I do hope he comes,” she said.
“I’m real anxious to see Bart,” he confessed. “I certainly hope he turns up sometime inside of the next three or four hours for this is my busy day and I couldn’t conscientiously wait on him longer than that.”
His tones expressed only a mild anxiety over the possible non-arrival of his friend.
“Do please stay the very limit, at least,” she urged, and laughed up at him. “You know, you’re like Bart in a great many ways.” Carver someway felt that he knew her better after that laugh. “Don’t you think you two are somewhat alike?”
He had divined the close bond between this girl and her brother and now made swift use of the knowledge.
“Bart and I are so similar that we might easy be mistaken for twins,” he admitted. “You might say we’re almost identical.”
“He means a lot to me Bart does,” she said. “In most ways he’s a lovable youngster, but——”
Carver leaned back with an audible sigh.