A funny thing happened this morning.

Something came up about Boston, and Aunt Jane asked me a question.

Then she asked another and another, and she kept me talking till I guess I talked 'most a whole half-hour about Grandpa Desmond, Aunt Hattie, Mother, and the house, and what we did, and, oh, a whole lot of things.

And here, just two days ago, she was telling me that she wasn't interested in Grandpa Desmond, his home, or his daughter, or anything that was his! There's something funny about Aunt Jane.
* * * * * _One week later_.
Father's come.

He came yesterday.