The novel.

It's getting awfully stupid.

Nothing happens.

_Nothing!_ Of course, if 'twas just a story I could make up things--lots of them--exciting, interesting things, like having Mother elope with the violinist, and Father shoot him and fall in love with Mother all over again, or else with somebody else, and shoot that one's lover.

Or maybe somebody'd try to shoot Father, and I'd get there just in time to save him.