One day he asked Sylvia if she did not want Mr.Allen to stay with them any longer.
"Of course I do," she replied.
"Well, you keep asking him why he doesn't go away, and I began to think you didn't," said Henry.
"I want him to stay," said Sylvia, "but I don't want any foolishness." "Foolishness ?" said Henry, vaguely.
It was a very hot afternoon, but in spite of the heat Rose and Horace were afield.

They had been gone ever since dinner.

It was Saturday, and Henry had come home early from the shop.

The first question he asked had been concerning the whereabouts of the young people.

"Off together somewhere," Sylvia had replied.