"I'm sorry our men are away to-day," I said to Rhodora, "and Lad is with
them. They went early this morning to climb Bluebeard Mountain, and
won't be back till night. It is rather quiet here without them."
"Are they young and jolly?" inquired Rhodora.
"They are extremely jolly. As for being young, that depends upon one's
point of view," said I. "They are between twenty-five and thirty-five, I
believe."
"Pretty wide margin," laughed Rhodora. "And how old is Lad?"
"Fifteen."
"I've had the bad luck to be stuck off with old people all the while
lately," remarked Rhodora. She looked at me as she spoke. I wondered if
she considered me "old people." Then she glanced at the Gay Lady.
"How old is she?" she inquired.
"I have never asked her."
"Looks like a girl, but I guess she isn't. A real girl would never
settle down like that to talk to an old lady like Grandmother," she
observed sagely.
I opened my lips--and closed them. I had known Miss Rhodora only about
ten minutes, and one does not make caustic speeches to one's guests--if
one can help it.
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