"
I felt contrite and alarmed.
"How could I help it?" I said angrily, preparing to climb out on the
roof of the porch. "I tried to tell him."
With which I scrambled out on the roof, made my way to the next room and
entering, released Clara. At the top of the steps we stood clinging
together.
"Suppose they left it all behind," said Clara.
"Or even some!"
"Oh, George, I know it--I know it!"
"Don't be unreasonable--let's go down." Holding a candle aloft we
descended. The lower floor was stripped of silver--not even an
individual almond dish or a muffineer remained. We fell wildly,
hilariously into each other's arms and began to dance. I don't know
exactly what it was, but it wasn't a minute.
Suddenly Clara stopped.
"George!"
"Oh, Lord, what is it?"
"Supposin'."
"Well--well?"
"Supposin' they've dropped some of it in the path."
We rushed out and searched the path, nothing there. We searched the
road--one individual almond dish had fallen. I took it and hammered it
beyond recognition and flung it into the pond.
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