"What do you want me to tell you?"
"Almost anything. For instance—you knew Roland Warren pretty well, didn't you?"
"Oh, yes, indeed! I've known him forever and ever. He was an awfully nice boy, and crazy about me—simply wild! That is, he was before he died."
"H-m! And you saw a good deal of him?"
"Oceans! He used to call at the house all the time. It was funny, too. Gerald used to think he was the one Roland was coming to see, and Naomi—she's my sister—used to think that he was coming to see her; and all the time I knew that I was the person he was calling on. It's funny, isn't it, how old folks will get those queer ideas?"
"Your sister is so very old?"
"Terribly. She was thirty on her last birthday."
"Horrors! She is ancient, isn't she?"
"Awfully! Although Naomi isn't so bad looking—"
"Your sister couldn't be."