ever he did. I am sure that you wind him up, like a watch, every night.”
“Poor old dear! Funny I should have chosen him for a father, isn’t it?”
“I think your choice of relations is distinctly queer.”
“My queer relations! That’s a good title. Everybody would understand it at once.”
“Thank heaven, I haven’t any, queer, or otherwise.”
“Didn’t you ever have any?”
“No.”
“Just growed?”
He nodded.
“I remember a funny old man you lived with, when I first knew you. Wasn’t he a relative?”
“No, he found me some place. What’s the difference? Do you care?”
“No, I’m glad. I am sure I couldn’t abide ‘in-laws.'"
Over the luncheon table he suddenly looked at her, as if for the first time. He noticed that all the eyes in the crowded diner were upon her.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, intercepting his glance.
