"And at the best?" she said demurely, trying not to laugh.
"Find fresh ones to jingle-jangle about. But you'll have to behave yourself; for I shall be a German for the first part of the trip, remember."
"And if you don't behave yourself, I can tell people you're not one. You'll have to remember that, mind."
"Behave myself? Meaning?"
"That you're not to talk nonsense then or now; so go on to the spare wheels, please."
"All right. The next best will be for you to use Rosa's ticket and so on, and travel with her Oscar."
"But Rosa said you wouldn't hear of that, and you don't imagine I'm going to let the man run that risk for me. Any more wheels?"
"One. That if the worst comes to the worst, we just disappear and chance the weather;" and I described my idea—to go in disguise as a couple of mechanics.
"They're using a lot of women, but not as mechanics yet," she said.
I laughed. "But you'd go as a boy, Nessa."