"Why, Allen!" Alice reproached him, "have you forgotten the motor rides you and I took with wash-tubs, turned upside down, for seats, and the remnant of your express-wagon for a steering-wheel? My! how fast we used to go!"
"That's so!" he admitted. "I'd forgotten all about it. You used to look great sitting on that tub."
"Freckles and all?"
"I didn't remember the freckles, either, until you spoke of them. You were a little corker, even then."
"Even then?" Alice repeated, without intending to.
"No one has told you that you've gone backward in looks, has he?" Allen laughed, looking straight into her face. Then he continued: "There's one other game we played, which I haven't forgotten: Do you remember how we used to keep house together? You were Mrs. Allen Sanford then, and we had everything fixed up—"
Alice sobered. "I—I think I have forgotten that one," she said. "Isn't it ridiculous what games children do play?"
"But the motor-car game has come true," he insisted, "and you'll look just as good to me sitting in the real car, as you used to on top of that tub. And as for the other—"
"How long Eleanor is taking!" she interrupted; "I'll run and find her."
With which she disappeared, returning almost immediately, accompanied by
Mrs. Gorham.
"I shan't be asked again, if I keep you waiting so long, shall I?"
Eleanor apologized.