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Rh house for ourselves. Come out on the porch roof, Gladys. Isn’t this fine for hot nights? I want to put a railing round and make this into a balcony, where we can have chairs and a hammock.”

Gladys sat down on the low window-sill. “Enid, you’d be foolish to keep this for a guest room. Nobody would ever enjoy it as much as you would. You can see the whole country from here.”

Enid smiled, but showed no sign of relenting. “Let’s wait and watch the sun go down. Be careful, Claude. It makes me nervous to see you lying there.”

He was stretched out on the edge of the roof, one leg hanging over, and his head pillowed on his arm. The flat fields turned red, the distant windmills flashed white, and little rosy clouds appeared in the sky above them.

“If I make this into a balcony,” Claude murmured, “the peak of the roof will always throw a shadow over it in the afternoon, and at night the stars will be right overhead. It will be a fine place to sleep in harvest time.”

“Oh, you could always come up here to sleep on a hot night,” Enid said quickly.

“It wouldn’t be the same.”

They sat watching the light die out of the sky, and Enid and Gladys drew close together as the coolness of the autumn evening came on. The three friends were thinking about the same thing; and yet, if by some sorcery each had begun to speak his thoughts aloud, amazement and bitterness would have fallen upon all. Enid’s reflections were the most blameless. The discussion about the guest room had reminded her of Brother Weldon. In September, on her way to Michigan with Mrs. Royce, she had stopped for a day in Lincoln to take