"Do you want to know what keeps my life from being a vacuum?" I abruptly asked.
"Of course I do!"
"Well, then—a little brown Boston terrier whom I call Dandy," I announced.
He laughed as if it was a joke. "What nonsense! Your sister has told me quite a lot about you, Miss Vars, one time and another; that you write verse a little, for instance. Any one who can create is able to fill all the empty corners of his life. You know that as well as I do."
I considered this new idea in silence for a moment. We turned in at Lucy's street.
"How long shall you be here, Miss Vars?" asked Mr. Jennings. "And, seriously, may I call some evening?"
How could I refuse such a friendly and straightforward request?
"Why, yes," I heard myself saying, man though he was, "I suppose so. I should be glad, only——"
"Only what?"
"Only—well——" We were at Lucy's gate. I stopped beneath the lamp-post. "I don't believe my sister has told you all about me, Mr. Jennings."