I feel as if I couldn't stand it all summer." This being a familiar opening to a disagreeable subject, the two young people lapsed into silence, and Mrs.Nelson was constrained to address her communications to the tea-pot.

She glanced about the big, old-fashioned room and sighed.
"It's nothing short of criminal to keep all this old mahogany buried here in the country, and the cut-glass and silver.

And to think that the house cannot be sold for two more years! Not until Ruth is of age! What _do_ you suppose your dear grandfather _could_ have been thinking of ?" This question, eliciting no reply from the tea-pot, remained suspended in the air until it attracted Ruth's wandering attention.
"I beg your pardon, aunt.

What grandfather was thinking of?
About the place?
Why, I guess he hoped that Carter and I would keep it." Carter looked over his paper.

"Keep this old cemetery?
Not I! The day it is sold I start for Europe.