Nobody upstairs; nobody
downstairs but the servants; even the emptiness of daddy's room,
so grewsome in the old days, brought a certain feeling of delight.
"Just you and me," as they said a dozen times a day to each other.
And then the long talks on that blessed old sofa with its
cushions--(what a wonderful old sofa it was, and how much it had
heard); talks about when she was a girl--as if she had ever passed
the age; and when he was a boy; and of what they both thought and
did in that blissful state of innocence and inexperience. Talks
about the bungalow they would build some day--that bungalow which
Garry had toppled over--and how it would be furnished; and whether
they could not persuade the landlord to sell them the dear sofa
and move it out there bodily; talks about their life during the
coming winter, and whether she should visit Aunt Felicia's--and if
so, whether Jack would come too; and if she didn't, wouldn't it be
just as well for Jack to have some place in Morfordsburg where he
could find a bed in case he got storm-bound and couldn't get back
to the cabin that same night.
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