You must!" commanded Katie.

And then she had just time for just an imploring little: "For my sake." He had halted beside them and Katie was saying, with her usual cool gaiety: "You care for this day, too, do you?
We're fairly steeped in it.
Ann,"-- not with the courage to look squarely at her--"at this moment I present your next-door neighbor.

And a very good neighbor he is.

We use his telephone when our telephone is discouraged.

We borrow his books and bridles; we eat his bread and salt, drink his water and wine--especially his wine--we impose on him in every way known to good neighboring.