"Does he come around--er--often?"

"Only two or three times a day. On Sunday, of course, we see more of
him."

Aggie looked at me in the moonlight. Clearly the young man from the next
door needed watching. It was well we had come.

"I suppose you like the same things?" she suggested. "Similar tastes
and--er--all that?"

Bettina stretched her arms over her head and yawned.

"Not so you could notice it," she said coolly. "I can't thick of
anything we agree on. He is an Episcopalian; I'm a Presbyterian. He
approves of suffrage for women; I do not. He is a Republican; I'm a
Progressive. He disapproves of large families; I approve of them, if
people can afford them."

Aggie sat straight up. "I hope you don't discuss that!" she exclaimed.

Bettina smiled. "How nice to find that you are really just nice elderly
ladies after all!" she said. "Of course we discuss it. Is it anything to
be ashamed of?"

"When I was a girl," I said tartly, "we married first and discussed
those things afterward."

"Of course you did, Aunt Lizzie," she said, smiling alluringly. She was