well, I'm always looking ahead, and somehow I usually see about how things are coming out."
"Yes," he said. "I suppose most of us do; at least it seems as if we did, because we so seldom feel surprised by the way they do come out. But maybe that's only because life isn't like a play in a theatre, and most things come about so gradually we get used to them."
"No, I'm sure I can see quite a long way ahead," she insisted, gravely. "And it doesn't seem to me as if our summer evenings could last very long. Something'll interfere—somebody will, I mean—they'll say something———"
"What if they do?"
She moved her shoulders in a little apprehensive shiver. "It'll change you," she said. "I'm just sure something spiteful's going to happen to me. You'll feel differently about—things."
"Now, isn't that an idea!" he exclaimed.
"It will," she insisted. "I know something spiteful's going to happen!"
"You seem possessed by a notion not a bit flattering to me," he remarked.
"Oh, but isn't it? That's just what it is! Why isn't it?"
