Loring had got over the first novelty of having the moon descend to his crying.
Parson John invited his nephew to come down to Loring Lowtown.
The boy still hadn't made a decision when, the next day, Loring Blade came in.
He had come to Loring, and now he was there he did not know what to do with himself.
As the door closed behind him, Loring turned to me with a rueful shake of the head.
Of course he cannot be so happy as he might have been had Walter Marrable never been at Loring.
But I knew that must have been Dr. Loring, a celebrated physician, and my husband's dearest friend.
I go to Loring to-morrow, and, of course, you must come there.
Ted heard Loring Blade start his pickup and watched the red taillight bobbing down their driveway.
"All clear," replied Loring, speaking through the same crack.