My wife shook her head.
"Oh, all that will be done away with, I believe," she said, gravely.
"Done away with!" I cried.
"At least," Dove explained, "it will not be necessary."
My face, I suppose, may have looked incredulous.
"I don't quite comprehend what Letitia says sometimes," my wife explained, "but today she was telling me—"
Dove laughed quaintly.
"Oh, I forget what comes next," she said, "but Letitia told me all about it this morning."
I returned to my quarterly. Presently my wife resumed:
"She has four books about it."