“I shall like that better than any town, unless it were our own little town, which after all is more like country than city.”
“I think you will like it. I hope so.”
“Is it far?”
“That depends upon what you call far. It would be quite a walk, not so great a distance to drive, and still less if one went by train.”
“And how do we go?”
“By train. Now I shall not tell you another word or you will worm the whole secret out of me. That Odette is a bright child.”
“She is older than I.”
“But you are still a child, very much of a child.”
“You are not much more yourself.”
“Oh, yes, or I would not be in the army.”