Then I went into the bank and was beginning to get the hang of
things, when she had a nervous collapse and was ordered to Egypt for
the winter. My brother-in-law couldn't take her, so he sent me."
"But you stayed longer than she did."
"Yes, I played around on the Riviera for a while."
"And you have been home, how long?"
"Three months. Honestly, I meant to buckle down to something right
off, but Cropsie Decker got this offer to go to the Orient for the
_Herald-Post_, and asked me to go along. I was keen about it
until--until I came down here."
They were both silent for a while, watching a spider that was
exploring Don's boot-lace.
"It all seems so footless now. What I want is a house of my own, a
home, I mean. I never had much of that sort of thing--I'm not quite
sure I knew what a home was until I saw Thornwood."
"Isn't it dear?" asked Miss Lady with a loving look over her shoulder
at the old house silhouetted against the sky. "I could kiss every
brick of it, I love it so."
"I wish I didn't have to go back to town tonight!" burst out Donald
inconsequentially. "I wish I never had to go back to it!"
"Why?"
"Oh, for lots of reasons.
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