“I’ll tell you that,” he said sternly, “when you tell me something else.” He then stooped and picked up a one-hundred-dollar bill which was lying on the grass. “Where did this come from?”
“Well, well?” said Lily May. “You are lucky, aren’t you?”
“Don’t look at me like that,” said Charlie Sands. “Where did this come from?”
“They grow around here,” said Lily May cheerfully. “Not everywhere, but here and there, you know. Like four-leaf clovers.”
“It didn’t by any chance drop from my Aunt Tish’s workbag?”
“Well, you might call up and inquire,” she suggested, and sauntered off to the house.
She spent an hour and a quarter getting dressed that evening, and when the Swallow and Christopher came back, Christopher almost crazy, she was sitting on the veranda doing her finger nails.
Hannah was laying the table inside, and she says she greeted him with “Hello, old egg! And how are things?”
And that fool of a boy just got down on his knees and put his head in her lap and his arms around her; and when he looked up he said, “You little devil! I’ve a good notion to turn you over my knee and spank you.”
As Aggie says, it was queer love-making, and there is no use trying to understand the younger generation.