“I suppose we musn’t keep you, Judith,” Uncle Cephas remarked one evening behind his newspaper.
“Not yet,” said Judith. “I want to be as busy as a bee this winter to get ready for something.”
“Then we will have to adopt Joe; we must have some young thing about the house.”
Judith’s first words to Roger and Marion as they went out to welcome her on the piazza were in a burst: “I do think those two old people growing old together is the loveliest thing I ever saw.”
“How young must two people begin to grow old together?” inquired Roger, comically.
“As soon as they think about growing old,” said Marion.
“Then I will not begin to think until my birthday,” said Judith. “Marion, I am too happy in having two homes. Some better girl than I should have them.”
“You forget your third home in England,” remarked Roger, seriously.
“Oh, poor Don. Roger, I am afraid Don isn’t happy,” she said, with slow emphasis.
What Roger thought he did not say.