question.

"I guess not," said I. "She has been in the house since I got back. But
I don't know how long you've been gone."

"Only a few minutes. I--I just stepped over 'cross the Lane for a jiffy,
that's all. Say, by time; them Coltons must have money!"

"That's a habit of millionaires, I believe."

"Hey? What do you mean by that? If they didn't have money they couldn't
be millionaires, could they? How'd you like to be a millionaire, Ros?"

"I don't know. I never tried."

"By time! I'D like to try a spell. I've been over lookin' 'round their
place. You never see such a place! Why, their front doorstep's big as
this yard, pretty nigh."

"Does it have to be raked?" I asked.

"Raked! Whoever heard of rakin' a doorstep?"

"Give it up! But it does seem to me that I have heard of raking a yard.
I think Dorinda mentioned that, didn't she?"

Lute looked at me: then he hurried over and picked up the rake which
was lying near the barn, a pile--a very small pile--of chips and leaves
beside it.