"How could I help it?" I said angrily, preparing to climb out on the roof of the porch. "I tried to tell him."
With which I scrambled out on the roof, made my way to the next room and entering, released Clara. At the top of the steps we stood clinging together.
"Suppose they left it all behind," said Clara.
"Or even some!"
"Oh, George, I know it—I know it!"
"Don't be unreasonable—let's go down." Holding a candle aloft we descended. The lower floor was stripped of silver—not even an individual almond dish or a muffineer remained. We fell wildly, hilariously into each other's arms and began to dance. I don't know exactly what it was, but it wasn't a minute.
Suddenly Clara stopped.
"George!"
"Oh, Lord, what is it?"
"Supposin'."