Shall I ever hear
you sing together?" she asked.
"Possibly. He is coming down here early in January. To look after me."
"After you?" Mrs. Phillips reviewed the photographs once more. "I imagine
you may sometimes have to look after him."
Cope sobered a little. "Sometimes," he acknowledged. "We shall look after
each other," he amended. "We are going to live together."
"Oh, then, he is coming to _stay_? You've been a long time in reaching
the point. And why do you say 'possibly' when I ask about your singing
together? Aren't you coming to my house 'together'?"
"I withdraw the 'possibly.' Probably."
"And now withdraw the 'probably.' Make it 'certainly.'"
"Certainly."
"'Certainly,'--of course."
"That's better," murmured her companion.
Then Mrs. Phillips must know the new-comer's name, and must have an outline
of the proposed plan. And Amy Leffingwell began to look with renewed
interest on the counterfeit form and features of the young man who enjoyed
Bertram Cope's friendly regard. And so the moments of "entertainment"--
Cope's in turn--went on.
"I'm glad he really appears to like _somebody_," declared Mrs.
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