"It will be white before that."
"How smart of you!" she exclaimed, seating herself. "How did you sleep?"
"Like an infant."
"Really? Sometimes they scream all night! 'An infant crying in the night,'" she quoted. "And so you lost your way yesterday?"
"I believe so—and only for two good Samaritans, I might be wandering still."
"You met Mr. Dawson, and Mr. Byng?"
"Yes, they were kind enough to put me up, and to lend me a guide. I say, what an oddly-matched couple to run in double harness!"
"They are; but it's so good for them; they counteract each other's failings, and get on splendidly—the same as people who marry their opposites."
"Do they? I see you know all about it!" said Mayne, now sitting down beside her, and warding off the attentions of a fine bull terrier.
"Go away, Sammy," commanded his mistress, "I'll talk to you by and by." Then to Mayne, "Are you trying to be sarcastic?"