And he spoke of the violinist again, and, of course, this time I told him all about him, and that he didn't come any more, nor Mr.Easterbrook, either; and Father was _so_ interested! Why, it seemed sometimes as if he just couldn't hear enough about things.

Then, all of a sudden, at times, he'd get right up in the middle of something I was saying and act as if he was just waiting for me to finish my sentence so he could go.
And he did go, just as soon as I _had_ finished my sentence.

And after that, maybe, he wouldn't hardly speak to me again for a whole day.
And so that's why I say he's been so queer since that night on the piazza.

But most of the time he's been lovely, perfectly lovely.

And so has Cousin Grace, And I've had a beautiful time.
But I do wish they _would_ marry--Father and Cousin Grace, I mean.