"How does he find me?" I heard her think once. "I can't reason it, and I can't ESP it out of him."
It was during one of their silences when Ruth called over to me.
"Hey, Pete! Do you know where the kids are? Time for their milk and cookies."
The Howells are awfully good to Star, bless 'em. I got up and went over to the window.
"I don't know, Ruth," I called back. "They were in and out only a few minutes ago."
"Well, I'm not worried," she said. She came through the kitchen door and stood on the back steps. "They know better than to cross the street by themselves. They're too little for that. So I guess they're over at Marily's. When they come back, tell 'em to come and get it."
"Okay, Ruth," I answered.