“Which you did not learn?�
“Which I did not learn.�
Again Mr. Wylie sat wrapped in thought, stroking his massive chin softly.
“Do you remember, Nell, all who composed our party two years ago in the Adirondacks? Or was it three years?�
“More nearly four, I think. Why, there was Judge Matthews and wife; the Misses Eldridge—just think, Fannie is married; Mrs. Harmon and her brother; Tiny Lewis, Dr. Bessemer, and Cousin Harry and Lottie,—and—no—let me see! That was all that there were at Paul Smith’s, I believe, except the time that we went to Au Sable Chasm we met Major—oh—what was his name, that Major Somebody and his wife, that Cousin Harry was so taken with at the fancy ball? Don’t you remember her, Horace? They went to Childwold with us, too.�
Mr. Wylie started.
“Ah, I remember! He went West. He did have a lovely wife. I wonder if she is the one I am reminded of.�
“And then there were the Pemberton girls who went to Saranac with us, and old Professor Sawyer with his bugs and beetles, hunting specimens. What a perfectly lovely time we had that summer.�
“Yes,� dreamily. “We’d better be planning a trip for next season. This fad of staying in the city because it’s cooler won’t last, I fancy. I’ve been thinking of Ocean Beach,� tentatively.
“And I of Bar Harbor; but it doesn’t matter. We’ve been most everywhere,� Mrs. Wylie said with a little sigh. “I don’t know but what I have enjoyed Forest City as much as I should any other place. It has been delightfully cool here on the lake.�