"Dear Aunt Liza," laughed Columbine, "aren't you funny ?" "Not a bit," maintained Mrs.Peck.

"I'm just common-sensical, my dear.
And it ain't right--it never were right in my young day--to go walking out alone with a man after bedtime." "A man, Aunt Liza! Oh, but a man! An artist isn't a man--at least, not an ordinary man." There was a hint of earnestness in Columbine's tone, notwithstanding its lightness.
But Mrs.Peck remained firm.

"It wouldn't make it right, not if he was an angel from heaven," she declared.
Columbine's gay laugh had in it that quality of youth that surmounts all obstacles.

"He's much safer than an angel," she protested, "because he can't fly.

Besides, the Spear Point Caves are all on this side of the Point.