“Yes, the bars.” And he went away, saying, “One, two, three, one, two, three. I might forget them bars!” And meanwhile the wife moved homeward, still deep in thought.
CHAPTER IX
At breakfast next day, Rose came in late.
“What, overslept yourself?” said her father, as she went the round of the table with her morning kisses.
“Yes; I couldn’t get to sleep.”
“And what kept you awake?” said Miss Anne, who still, to the surprise of all, appeared almost daily at the morning meal. “A penny for your thoughts.”
“I was guessing a riddle; but I took it into my sleep unanswered.”
“A good many riddles have been answered in sleep,” said Miss Anne. “Was yours?”
“No. Oh, no, Master Ned; I shall not tell it.”