"My trousseau by mail!" she exclaimed, in horror. "It would be sacrilege."
"Oh, well, suit yourself," said Casey, with a sigh of resignation. "Thank the Lord it only happens once."
She laughed. "And then there's our honeymoon to plan. Where shall we spend it?"
"It's up to you. Wherever you say."
"You've never been to Europe?"
"No. But I'd rather do my honeymooning where I can ask for what I want with some chance of getting it."
"But I speak French, German, and Italian—not fluently, but well enough to get along on."
"And I talk United States, Chinook, and some Cree—we ought to get along almost anywhere," he laughed. "Let's leave this Europe business open. Now here's a really serious question: When our honeymoon is over—what?"
"I don't understand."
"Where shall we live? I can sell out here, if you like."