Seven followed Six so that Six came right before Seven. Seven’s tummy rumbled, making Six a nervous-wreck.

“Oh, this place again!” she said, hanging up her hat.

“Oh, hello! Do you know the way in?” She jumped, as the coats parted and a young man emerged.

“Well, you are in!” she exclaimed.

“No, no, I’m on my way out and on my way in!” The boy reached for the door, twisted the handle, and stepped out. “I know how to start a visit, and how to end it.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Oh yes, really. Say, could you hand me my hat and coat and put them up. These two, here!” The mystery boy directed. She complied, happily. “I don’t only know the first line, you know. I know the first and the finish.”

“Oh?” She sat on the bench, looking out the door way, tying her shoes. “How does it end?”

“Why, like this!” and the boy shut the door. After a moment, there was a knock. She stood, and answered it.

“Hello!” the boy said. “I’m Eight. May I come in?”

“Sure,” said Seven.

“Where’s Six?”

“Six?” Seven asked with a grin.