"How should I know?"
"Ask Aunt Miriam. She has no illusions about me."
"Thanks, but I don't know her well enough. We haven't been on good terms since she drove me out of the melon patch—do you remember?"
"Yes, I remember. We wanted the blossoms, didn't we, to make golden bells in the Tower of Cologne?"
"I believe so. We never got the Tower finished, did we?"
"No. I wasn't allowed to play with you for a long time, because you were such a bad boy."
"Next Summer, I think we should rebuild it. Let's renew our youth sometime by making the Tower of Cologne in your back yard."
"There are no golden bells."
"I'll get some from somewhere. We owe it to ourselves to do it."