"
"Indeed!" he said, looking at me. "But of course she will probably have
a house of her own before long."
"Very likely," I said. "Although she has had a number of chances and
always refuses."
"Probably the right Person has not happened along;" he observed.
"Perhaps," I said, in a signifacant tone. "Or perhaps he does not know
he is the right Person."
William, of whom more anon, was passing the ice cream just then. I
refused it, saying:
"Not in war time."
"Barbara," mother said, stiffly. "Don't be a silly. Eat your desert."
As I do not like seens I then took a little, but no cake.
During dinner Leila made an observation which has somewhat changed my
opinion of Carter Brooks. She said his mother did not want him to enlist
which was why he had not. She has no other sons and probably never will
have, being a widow.
I have now come to William.
Lucy Gray had been on Secret Service that day, but did the observing
from the windows of their house, as my Familey was at home and liable to
poke into my room at any moment.
William had made it up with the cook, Lucy said, and had showed her
a game of Solitaire in the morning by the kitchin window. He had then
fallen asleep in the pantrey, the window being up. In the afternoon,
luncheon being over and the Familey out in the car for a ride, he had
gone out into the yard behind the house and pretended to look to see
if the crocuses were all gone. But soon he went into the Garage and was
there a half hour.
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