“Oh, Roger,” I cried joyously, “that’s just what I wanted you to say.
It’s such a relief that we’ve worked it out at last,” and I heaved a
sigh and put the other foot on the fender.
I sat for a moment, absently looking down, then I became conscious
of my feet, side by side on the brass rail--two small patent leather
points. I looked along the rail and there on the other side were
Roger’s--two large patent leather points. They looked like four small
black animals, perched in couples, sociably warming themselves by the
blaze.
“What are you smiling at?” said Roger.
“How near we came to quarreling over an imaginary man stealing an
imaginary mirror,” said I.