“You always lean to the dark side of things,” he accused. “Most complaints I’ve heard about family strife was occasioned because menfolks generally were so occupied with business that they didn’t spend much time at home. Now with me not having any special business it would leave me free to put in most of my time around the house. There’s that advantage.”
“Yes,” she laughed. “There’s that. Sometimes, Don, I almost wish you really were a settled sort of a soul; but that time will never be.”
Carver crooned softly:
“Oh, I’m a rolling rambler,”
Said the speeding tumbleweed.
“The prairies are my race track,
The wild wind is my steed.
“I never cease my roaming;
I’m always hard to catch,
But the pumpkin stays forever