They were near enough actually to London and the multitude. But town and people seemed far away, out of their world to-day.
Gwenna's soft, oddly-accented voice said presently into the warm stillness, "You'll take me up this afternoon?"
"Up?" he said idly. "Where to?"
"Up flying, of course."
"No, I don't think so," said the young Airman quietly, putting his chin in his hand as he lay in his favourite attitude, chest downwards in the grass, looking at her.
"Not flying? Not this afternoon?"
"Don't think so, Little Thing."
"Oh, you're lazy," she teased him, touching a finger to his fair head and taking it quickly back again. "You don't want to move."
"Not going to move, either; not until I've got to."