“Why, whatever there is to hunt. Chickens and—er—deer—”
“Exactly.”
By this they reached the level and the horses broke, of their own accord, into a gallop which somewhat relieved the strain upon the mental atmosphere. At the next hill the Little Doctor looked her companion over critically.
“Mr. Bennett, you look positively bilious. Shall I prescribe for you?”
“I can't see how that would add to your amusement.”
“I'm not trying to add to my amusement.”
“No?”
“If I were, there's no material at hand. Bad-tempered young men are never amusing, to me. I like—”
“Amiable young men. Such as Dick Brown.”
“I think you need a change of air, Mr. Bennett.”