âEdna arose, cramped from lying so long and still in the hammock. She tottered up the steps, clutching feebly at the post before passing into the house.
âAre you coming in, Leonce?â she asked, turning her face toward her husband.
âYes, dear,â he answered, with a glance following a misty puff of smoke. âJust as soon as I have finished my cigar.ââ