"He's mending the fence!" she exclaimed, passing the toast.
"And going about it as though he knew what he was doing," added Mac.
I was glad of this discovery of theirs. It would enable me to introduce my own contribution modestly, yet with effect.
"I wonder," I said, "if he would approve of that tree being cut down." Mac stirred in his chair. The daily spectacle of those two little boys hacking slivers from the prostrate tree had been very trying to him.
"I judge not," he said with energy. "A man who——"
"I wish we knew the exact relations between them," I interrupted. "I mean, whether they quarrel at all."
"Of course they do," said Bill without thinking. "All married people do—at times."
Her husband looked down his nose into his egg. I smiled.
"True, since you say it," I replied, "but you must remember that just as no two people look exactly alike, so no two couples live on exactly the same terms. Just as——"
"Oh, what do you know about it?" said Bill. "Trust a bachelor to lay down the law."