little Charlie Bellows sat thoughtfully spooning his cereal. Father folded his newspaper across the table and looked at Mother. “Everybody in town’s talking about the quiet elopement of Odd Martin and Miss Weldon,” said Father. “People, looking for them, can’t find them.”

“Well,” said Mother, “I hear he bought a house for her.”

“I heard that, too,” said Father. “I phoned Carl Rogers this morning. He says he didn’t sell any house to Odd. And Carl is the only real estate dealer in town.”
Charlie Bellows swallowed some cereal. He looked at his father. “Oh, no, he’s not the only real estate dealer in town?”

“What do you mean?” demanded Father.
“Nothing, except that I looked out the window at midnight, and I saw something.”
“You saw what?”

“It was all moonlight. And you know what I saw? Well, I saw two people walking up the Elm Grade road. A man and a woman. A man in a new dark coat, and a woman in a green dress. Walking real slow. Holding hands.” Charlie took a breath. “And the two people were Mr. Odd Martin and Miss Weldon. And walking out the Elm Grade road there ain’t any houses out that way at all.

Only the Trinity Park Cemetery. And Mr. Gustavsson, in town, he sells tombs in the Trinity Park Cemetery. He’s got an office in town. Like I said, Mr. Carl Rogers ain’t the only real estate man in town. So—”

“Oh,” snorted Father, irritably, “you were dreaming!”

Charlie bent his head over his cereal and looked out from the corners of his eyes.

“Yes, sir,” he said finally, sighing. “I was only dreaming.”

The End