"I'll be—convinced," she said demurely, looking down.
Jim sat down again and sighed.
"Will you be anything else?" he asked.
"Convince me first," she said firmly.
"I think I can do it," he said, "I always have to write down what I want to do each day, and what I need to buy when I come in here, and once, when I wrote my list, nails, coffee, ploughshare, mail, I forgot to put on it, 'come back,' and perhaps you may remember I came here that evening and stayed and stayed—I was trying to think what to do next."
"That need not worry you again, Jim," she said sweetly. "I can easily remember that, and will tell you every time."
"To 'come back'?" he said. "Thank you, Camilla, and I will do it too."
She laughed.
"Having to make a list isn't anything. Poor Mrs. Francis makes a list and then loses it, then makes a second list, and puts on it to find the first list, and then loses that; and Jim, she once made biscuits and forgot the shortening."
"I made biscuits once and forgot the flour," Jim declared proudly.