"
"Yes, it is," said Marie, who was nestled in an easy-chair the other
side of the great fireplace. "And it's so light and pleasant. We
never get any sunlight, home."
"Nonsense, Marie," said Kit, "our apartments are unusually light
ones."
"Well, it's a different kind of light," protested Marie. "It only
comes from across the street, and here the light comes clear from
the horizon."
"It does," agreed Mrs. Perry, "but we're getting the very last rays
now. Ring for lights, Kit."
"No, sister, let's just have the firelight. It's more becoming,
anyway."
So Mrs. Perry merely turned on one pink-shaded light near the tea
table and let her guests enjoy the twilight and firelight.
"Country life is 'way ahead of city existence," remarked Kenneth, as
he made himself useful in passing the teacups. "The whole atmosphere
is different. When I marry and settle down, I shall be a country
gentleman."
"How interesting!" cried Patty. "I should love to see you, Ken,
superintending your gardener and showing him how to plant cabbages!"
"Dead easy," retorted Kenneth; "I'd have a gardener show me first,
and when the next gardener came I could show him."
"Well, I don't want to live in the country," said Kit; "it's great
to visit here, that's what sisters' houses are for; but I couldn't
live so far away from the busy mart.
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