So we sit and talk, and sometimes Liddy threatens to leave, and often I discharge her, but we stay together somehow.
I am talking of renting a house next year, and Liddy says to be sure there is no ghost.
To be perfectly frank, I never really lived until that summer.
Time has passed since I began this story.
My neighbors are packing up for another summer.
Liddy is having the awnings put up, and the window boxes filled.
Liddy or no Liddy, I shall advertise to-morrow for a house in the country, and I don't care if it has a Circular Staircase.