nie's a darling, of course, but he is old, and so He has ideas"
"I didn't notice that he had any. He seemed perfectly sensible to me."
"Did he? Do you know you're a very kind person? Oh, Curtis, it's a comfort to be with you! I'm exhausted! Things!" She touched the gold soup plates from a family of Carey cousins with sad scornfulness. "Let's promise each other never to become the slaves of things, material possessions, Curtis."
"All right, let's. I thought that was awfully nice, that part you showed me in your Journal, where you wrote about wedding presents, and how you'd rather be given the moon than a silver tray. That reminds me, I know if you don't like the tray, Cousin Bessie would much rather have you exchange it for something you do like."
"Dearest, I adore the tray! I only used it as a symbol. Don't you remember the other things I said, too—that I'd rather be given wild
