"Why, here," he said—"here we go through all this muck and moil to help fix things nicer for her at home, and what's it all amount to? Seems like she's just gone ahead the way she'd 'a' gone anyhow; and now, I suppose, getting ready to up and leave us! Ain't that a puzzle to you? It is to me."
"Oh, but things haven't gone that far yet."
"Why, you just said———"
She gave a little cry of protest. "Oh, they aren't engaged yet. Of course they will be; he's just as much interested in her as she is in him, but———"
"Well, what's the trouble then?"
"You are a simple old fellow!" his wife exclaimed, and then rose from her chair. "That reminds me," she said.
"What of?" he asked. "What's my being simple remind you of?"
"Nothing!" she laughed. "It wasn't you that reminded me. It was just something that's been on my mind. I don't believe he's actually ever been inside our house!"
"Hasn't he?"
"I actually don't believe he ever has," she said. "Of course we must———" She paused, debating.
