"Yes. Why?"
"Why didn't you marry Uncle Jim, then?"
Emily sat up.
"Why, Martha Kenworthy! What put such an idea into your head?"
"Dad puts it there, of course. It's been there for years, off and on. I didn't tell you what was in my head, when I was a kid."
"Oh, you didn't, didn't you?" The idea of her saying that!
"No, I didn't dare. I——"
"Martha!" Emily expostulated.
"Well, I didn't. I've often wondered about it. I told Maggie once I liked Uncle Jim most, and she said bad little girls who said things like that died in their sleep. It seems to me—of course I was just a little kid then—some way, I had sort of an affinity for Uncle Jim. Funny you never had. I wonder sometimes—— Do you suppose if he was living now I would still be so crazy about him?"
"Yes. Why not?"