Claude put down his hammer and said coaxingly: “Have you ever seen a gourd vine when it had something to climb on, Enid? You wouldn’t believe how pretty they are; big green leaves, and gourds and yellow blossoms hanging all over them at the same time. An old German woman who keeps a lunch counter at one of those stations on the road to Lincoln has them running up her back porch, and I’ve wanted to plant some ever since I first saw hers.”
Enid smiled indulgently. “Well, I suppose you’ll let me have clematis for the front porch, anyway? The men are getting ready to leave, so we’d better see about the steps.”
After the workmen had gone, Claude took the girls upstairs by the ladder. They emerged from a little entry into a large room which extended over both the front and back parlours. The c
