"Besides," she said, after a long silence, "I shouldn't like to share housekeeping with your sister. It would only lead to trouble between us, I am sure."
Mr. Truefitt came to a halt in the middle of the path, and stood rumpling his hair again as an aid to thought. Captain Sellers, who was looking over his fence, waved a cheery salutation.
"Fine evening," he piped.
The other responded with a brief nod.
"What did you say?" inquired Captain Sellers, who was languishing for a little conversation.
"Didn't say anything!" bawled Mr. Truefitt.
"You must speak up if you want me to hear you!" cried the captain. "It's one o' my bad days."
Truefitt shook his head, and placing himself by the side of Miss Willett resumed his walk. Three fences away, Captain Sellers kept pace with them.
"Nothing fresh about Trimblett, I suppose?" he yelled.
Truefitt shook his head again.