How's Mr. Belknap?"
She narrowed her eyes at him mischievously.
"Don't you think you're smart! These are from him. He's very well.
He took me to the theatre last night, and we had a wonderful time.
Come with me into the kitchen, while I put these in water."
"Take good care of them!" Bert said witheringly. But she only
laughed at him from the sink. He followed her into the small, hot,
neat kitchen, with the clean empty pint bottle and the quarter-
pint bottle turned upside down near the bright faucets, and the
enamel handles of the gas stove all turned out in an even row.
Bert remembered that the last time he had been here was a cold May
morning, when he and Nancy had made countless hot cakes. He had
met her at church, and walked home with her, and while they were
luxuriously finishing the last of the hot cakes the others had
burst in, with the usual harum-scarum plans for the day. But that
was May, and now it was July, and somehow the bloom seemed to be
gone from their relationship.
They talked pleasantly, and after awhile Mrs. Terhune came in and
talked, too. She was distressed about some shares she held in a
traction company and Bert was able to be of real service to her,
taking a careful memorandum, and promising to see her about it in
a day.
Pages:
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25