Chapter 18

Not knowing what else to do, Spenser sat down by her side and stared at the tops of the oaks, showing over the wall. So for, perhaps, two minutes. Then— “I know,” said the girl. “I remember. It’s straight out of Aesop’s Fables, this pretty place. The rooster and the well and the puppies and the cool of the little old house—they all fit in. And I’m sure the old pictures talk when they’re left alone.” “They’ll have something to say to-night,” said William Red Spenser. * * * * * Miss Longwo…