..."No, it's nice. It feels like someone lives here."

"Really?" Mrs. Thorne had stopped snapping the beans and was staring hungrily at the girl.

"Totally."

Mrs. Thorne turned and leaned back against the counter. "Well, to tell the truth, I can't keep it up anymore, it's just too much, even this little scrap of a house. I need someone––"

But the girl had wandered off into the den again. 

––Gulf Coast, Vol. XI, No. 2, p. 110