"That's a good boy! That's all I wanted you to say." "Don't give me any credit," he said, ruefully.

"There isn't anything else for me to do." "Now, don't begin talkin' THAT way!" "No, no," he soothed her.

"We'll have to begin to make the spirit a cheerful one.

We may--" They were turning into their own driveway as he spoke, and he glanced at the old house next door.

Mary Vertrees was visible in the twilight, standing upon the front steps, bareheaded, the door open behind her.