The Happiest Time of Their Lives
"And did you?"
She gave him a rapid smile and went on:
"Now, my grandfather, my mother's father--his name is Lanley--(Mr. Lanley evidently was not in active business, for it was plain that Wayne, searching his memory, found nothing)--my grandfather often scolds me terribly for my English,--says I talk like a barmaid, although I tell him he ought not to know how barmaids talk,--but he never makes me feel small. Sometimes Mr. Farron repeats, weeks afterward, something I've said, word for word, the way I said it. It makes it sound so foolish. I'd rather he said straight out that he thought I was a goose."
"Perhaps you wouldn't if he did."
"I like people to be human. Mr. Farron's not human."
"Doesn't your mother think so?"
"Mama thinks he's perfect."
"How long have they been married?"
"Ages! Five years!"
"And they're just as much in love?"
Miss Severance looked at him.
"In love?" she said. "At their age?" He laughed a