“I have told you so many.”
“But you can think of one more,” in her coaxing tone. “Away up in the north and the endless fields of snow, and where does it end?”
“At the North Pole, I believe.”
“And what is that?” eagerly.
“We will have to ask Dr. Montcrevier. I have never been farther than Hudson’s Bay.”
“But people can’t live in such endless cold!”
“I think not. Only polar bears and the white and silver fox, and they come down in the winter. And then there are islands hundreds of miles away below us, where it is always summer.”
“What a queer world!” She smiled absently as if she could hardly take it in. “Have you been there?”
“Only to New Orleans. Some day we will go there, too.”
“Oh, how much there is to do. Yes, one must live a long while to do it all,” and a thoughtful expression deepened her eyes.