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 "I wonder you never thought of having a sundial before," she insisted. "Did Anybody ever think of it?"

"Well, no," he said, "I don't think it ever occurred to me."

"Or Anybody?"

"No, nor anybody."

She looked up at the house, silhouetted against the evening sky. "It's funny living in such a new house,—I never had. I wonder who will come after us."

"We're not likely to move for some time," he said sharply.

"Oh no—only if we did. It seems so very much our house; I can't imagine anybody else at home here, we have made it so entirely—you and I. What was it like the first month or two?"

"Very damp," he said, now wishing to return to the sundial.

"Did you have the drawing-room very pretty?"

"Oh yes, there were a great many curtains and things. I had to take down all the pictures, they were going mouldy on the walls. It was always a pretty room, even