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"It's more merrier?"

"Oh, that's it, that's it." The old servant shook with laughter. "You remind me a little of Mr. Talbot. He was always making jokes with me when he came out here to mix the cocktails. God have mercy on his soul. It's hard to realize," she said sadly.

Walking back through the cave-like living room, Victor could hear Theresa and Mrs. Sauer discussing the night air, and he noticed that the cold air had begun to come down from the mountains. He felt it in the room. There were flowers somewhere in the dark, and the night air had heightened their smell and the smell of the boulders in the chimney, so the room smelled like a cave with flowers in it. "Everyone says that the view looks like Salzburg," Mrs. Sauer said, "but I'm patriotic and I can't see that views are improved by such comparisons. They do seem to be improved by good company, however. We used to entertain, but now—"

"Yes, yes," the old gentleman said, and sighed. He uncorked a bottle of citronella and rubbed his wrists and the back of his neck.

"There!" Theresa said. "The cook's curtains are done!"

"Oh, how can I thank you!" Mrs. Sauer said. "Now if someone would be kind enough to get my glasses, I could admire your needlework. They're on the mantelpiece."

Victor found her glasses—not on the mantelpiece but on a nearby table. He gave them to her and then walked up and down the porch a few times. He managed to suggest that he was no longer a chance guest but had become a member of the family. He sat down on the steps, and Theresa joined him there. "Look at them," the old lady said to her husband. "Doesn't it do you good to see, for a change, young people who love one another?... There goes the sunset gun. My brother George bought that gun for the yacht club. It was his pride and his joy. Isn't it quiet this evening?"

But the tender looks and attitudes that Mrs. Sauer took for pure love were only the attitudes of homeless summer children who had found a respite. Oh, how sweet, how precious the hour seemed to them! Lights burned on another island. Stamped on the twilight was the iron lace of a broken greenhouse roof. What poor magpies. Their ways and airs were innocent; their bones were infirm. Indeed, they impersonated the dead. Come away, come away, sang the wind in the trees and the grass, but it did not sing to the Mackenzies. They turned their heads instead to hear old Mrs. Sauer. "I'm going up to put on my green velvet," she said, "but if you children don't feel like dressing..."

Waiting on table that night Agnes thought that she had not seen such a gay dinner in a long time. She heard them go off after dinner to play billiards on the table that had been bought for poor, dead Talbot. A little rain fell, but, unlike the rain at Horsetail Beach, this was a gentle and excursive mountain shower. Mrs. Sauer yawned at eleven, and the game broke up. They said good night in the upstairs hall, by the pictures of Talbot's crew, Talbot's pony, and Talbot's class. "Good night, good night," Mrs. Sauer exclaimed, and then set her face, determined to overstep her manners, and declared, "I am delighted that you agreed to stay. I can't tell you how much it means. I'm—" Tears started from her eyes.

"It's lovely to be here," Theresa said.

"Good night, children," Mrs. Sauer said.

"Good night, good night," Mr. Sauer said.

"Good night," Victor said.

"Good night, good night," Theresa said.

"Sleep well," Mrs. Sauer said. "And pleasant dreams."

Ten days later, the Sauers were expecting some other guests—some young cousins named Wycherly. They had never been to the house before, and they came up the path late in the afternoon. Victor opened the door to them. "I'm Victor Mackenzie," he said cheerfully. He wore tennis shorts and a pullover, but when he bent down to pick up a suitcase, his knees creaked loudly: "The Sauers are out driving with my wife," he explained. "They'll be back by six, when the drinking begins." The cousins followed him across the big living room and up the stairs. "Mrs. Sauer is giving you Uncle George's