"I said"—Catherine laughed—"that I was going to fly to Heaven."
"Did you think you were, Mother?" asked Spencer.
"Perhaps. I was playing Little Eva so hard that I expected the angels to pick me up, you know."
"An' then, Gram?"
"I called to the hired man. He was in the barn. And he ran upstairs up the ladder and caught your mother by the sheet. So she didn't jump out."
"Would you really of jumped, Mother?" Spencer, in his eagerness, came around to Catherine's chair.
"I don't know. I was a silly little girl, wasn't I?"
"Oh, Spencer was silly to-day," cried Marian. "He wanted to come home right in the middle of the play. He said you were going away to-day, and Gram had to take right hold of his arm."
A wave of color rushed up to Spencer's hair, and his nostrils trembled.
"Wasn't that silly?"