On the way back from the Pear Orchard, Uncle Wilton was still reminiscing about the opera in the Theatre Garden.
As for Charles Amos, he couldn't understand it and found it to be just a bunch of strange noises, so he got bored and fell asleep halfway through.
He was even carried to the car by Uncle Wilton and was still being held by him, sleeping soundly.
"Uncle Wilton, if you like it, you can come and listen often." Daisy Zane said.
"I really do like it." Uncle Wilton sighed, "Maybe it's because I'm getting older, but I find traditional things more pleasing now."
Kevin Clark said, "I'll have someone send you tickets regularly."
"I wouldn't dare bother Third Master." Uncle Wilton said, "I'll just buy them myself when I want to listen."
"It's no trouble." Kevin Clark said, "Just let me know."
"Thank you, Third Master." Daisy Zane said.
"You're welcome." Kevin Clark replied with a smile.
