And not a whit
too soon, for, scarcely had we done so, when two figures came round
a corner of the house - two figures who walked very slowly and very
close together.
"Why it's Betty-the cook, you know-an' Peter!" whispered the Imp.
Almost opposite our hiding-place Betty paused to sigh heavily and
stare up at the moon.
"Oh, Peter!" she murmured, "look at that there orb!"
"Ar!" said Peter, gazing obediently upward.
"Peter, ain't it 'eavenly; don't it stir your very soul?"
"Ar!" said Peter.
"Peter, are you sure you loves me more than that Susan thing at the
doctor's?" A corduroy coat-sleeve crept slowly about Betty's plump
waist, and there came the unmistakable sound of a kiss.
"Really and truly, Peter?"
"Ar!" said Peter, "so 'elp me Sam!" The kissing sound was repeated,
and they walked on once more, only closer than ever now on account
of the corduroy coat-sleeve.
"Those two are in love, you know," nodded the Imp. "Peter says the
cheese-cakes she makes are enough to drive any man into marrying
her, whether he wants to or not, an' I heard Betty telling Jane that
she adored Peter, 'cause he had so much soul! Why is it," he
inquired, thoughtfully, as he watched the two out of sight, "why is
it, Uncle Dick, that people in love always look so silly?"
"Do you think so?" I asked, as I paused to light my pipe.
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