"Where is the castle?" I inquired.
"Where is the castle?" she repeated, as if in bewilderment. "Well, it is up, up in the hills. Perhaps you haven't any hills in America?"
I assured her that we had.
"Well," she declared, in the same lofty way, "if you know how to climb hills, and don't mind if the road is steep, I'll take you there some time."
"To-morrow?" I suggested.
"No; to-morrow I'm going away off to the Phoul-a-Phooka."
"Where is that?"
"Miles away from here."
"Are you going alone?"