There to his surprise he found all prepared for his reception.
"I was expecting you, my dear," said Mrs.Parsons, "and even have a little bit extra in the house in case you should come." "Why, when I told you I had gone home for a month ?" asked Godfrey.
"Why?
For the same reason as I knows that oil and vinegar won't abide mixed in the same bottle.

I was sure enough that being a man grown, you and your father could never get on together in one house.

But perhaps there is something else in it too," she added doubtfully.
Then Godfrey told her that there was something else, and indeed all about the business.
"Well, there you are, and there's nothing to be said, or at least so much that it comes to the same thing," remarked Mrs.Parsons, in a reflective tone, when he had finished his story.

"But what I want to know," she went on, "is why these kind of things happen.

You two--I mean you and Miss Isobel--are just fitted to each other, appointed together by Nature, so to speak, and fond as a couple of doves upon a perch.