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.