The captain will see that every door and window is safe and as we
have the silver I don't believe anybody will think of troubling the
house."
"Oh, dear no," replied Mrs. West. "I always leave my clothes out on the
line and we never think of locking a door at night."
"Our kitchen windows look over this way and I shall always be looking
over. Now come home with me and see that quilt I haven't got finished
yet for them. I told your husband to come to our house for you, for you
would surely be there. I suppose Marjorie and Morris will walk back; we
wouldn't have minded it, either, on our eighteenth birthday."
"Come, Marjorie, come see where I hang the key," said Morris.
Marjorie followed him down the kitchen steps, across the shed to a corner
at the farther end; he found a nail and slipped it on and then asked her
to reach it.
Even standing on tip toe her upstretched hand could not touch it.
"See how I put the key of my heart out of your reach," he said,
seriously.
"And see how I stretch after it," she returned, demurely.
"I will come with you and reach it for you."
"How can you when you are demolishing plaster in Christopher Columbus'
house or falling into the crater of Mt. Vesuvius? I may want to come
here that very day."
"True; I will put it lower for you. Shall I put it under this stone so
that you will have to stoop for it?"
"Mrs. Rheid said hang it over the window, that has been its place for
generations. They lived here when they were first married, before they
built their own house; the house doesn't look like it, does it? It is all
made over new.
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