"Nothing," said Phil; "only I seem to remember that I once said something to Lawrince about cutting out the drammer and putting on the reel. And Paul and I had some talk once about bricks—" she ended meditatively.
"Your ideas, both of 'em, I bet!" declared Amzi furiously. "I thought those fellows never had that much sense all by themselves."
"Oh, nothing like that!" replied Phil.
"I just thought I ought to tell you what your mother did. Lois didn't say for me not to tell you. I guess she thought I most likely would."
"I'm glad you did, Amy. Everything I know about mamma makes me love her that much more."
Amzi turned to push the regulator on the fan, and when it had ceased humming he rested his arms on the table and said:—
"Seems Nan's not going to marry your father, after all?"
"No, that's all over," she answered indifferently.
"It was fine of your mother to want them to marry."
"Yes, it was like her. She is wonderful about everything,—thinks of everything and wants everybody to be happy."