Oliver had gone into town to run some errands. When he came back home, he found his wife on the couch—barefooted!
"Hi, dahling!"
"Hi, Lisa. What have you been up to?"
"Playing matchbaker!"
"Playing matchbaker?!"
Oliver left soon after breakfast. Lisa did housework.
About noon, there was a knock on the door. Opening it, she saw a pretty girl with long raven hair. She had on a white dress and was barefooted.
"Can I help you, dahling?"
"Hi, do you remember me?"
She looked the girl over. "Oh, yes! You're the field vhisperer that Oliver hired. You're. . . Zenobia!"
"Zaneba Colley. I just came to check on how things are going with your crops."
"Vell, my husband isn't here, vright now. But vould you like to come in and have some coffee vith me?"
"Sure, that would be nice."
"Come on in, dahling."
She entered, and Lisa gave her a cup of coffee. They sat on the couch together. They talked small talk, for a few minutes.
"I've been thinking about getting married."
"How come you didn't do that earlier? You're such a pretty girl!"
"Well, I've been involved in my work. But I'm 25 now, so I feel it's about time."
"I'll help you, dahling."
"Thank you, Mrs. Douglas."
"Call me Lisa."
"OK, Lisa."
"And I have some advice for you, dahling: Vear shoes."
"Wear shoes?"
"No man likes a girl with dirty feetz!"
She thought, for a bit. "I hate shoes!"
"Vell, you should get used to them, sweetheart!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Say, would you mind if I look at your husband's field? I just want to see how things are going."
"Sure, dahling."
They went outside together. Zaneba looked at Oliver's fields and nodded.
"Your husband's crops are very healthy."
"I'm glad to hear that."
A car stopped in the driveway, and a handsome young man came out of it. The girls greeted him.
"Can I help you?"
"Good afternoon. Are you Mrs. Oliver Douglas?"
"Yes, I am."
"Hi. I was told that your husband might need some help with the harvesting. Oh, my name is Richard Wallace, by the way."
"Pleased to meet you. My husband has gone away to do some errands. He should be back in an hour, or twoz."
"Oh, thank you." And then, he looked at Zaneba. "Oh, hi!"
"Hello."
"Aren't you the field whisperer, everybody around here talks about. . . Zenobia?"
"Zaneba Colley. Yes, I am."
"Oh, wow, I've always wanted to meet you!"
"You have?"
"Yes!" He looked at her again. "You really do go barefooted a lot, don't you?"
"As much as possible! Do you disapprove?"
"Not at all; I love a girl with dirty feets!"
She smiled. "I'm happy to hear that!"
"I haven't had lunch yet; want to join me?"
"Sure!"
"I'll come back later, Mrs. Douglas."
"Have a good time, you two!"
Richard got back into his car. Lisa kissed Zaneba, and the girl got in with him. They drove off.
"So much for my advice!" said Lisa, and she went in the house.
"Oh, you mean matchmaker!" said Oliver.
"That's vhat I said, dahling!"
"I wish I was here when Zaneba came."
"Vell, they'll be back, soon."
"By the way, why do you have your shoes off, Lisa?"
"Vell, if Zaneba can catch a man with her feetz bare, then maybe I can catch you!"
He smiled and kissed her.