Verna half started from her chair and her eyes sparkled.
“What fun! Why, so we will.”
“Hallo! We! Now my ‘we’ didn’t include a girl.”
“No? It included this girl, though,” was the tranquil reply.
“Did it? I’ve only got one girl, and I’m not going to have her breaking her neck over stones, or scratching her eyes out in the dark, in that infernal tangle, or getting bitten by some beastly black mamba, or something of that sort.”
Verna’s eyes danced.
“Since when have you discovered that I was made of sugar, dear?” she said sweetly. “I’ve never been into the bush with you before, have I? Never helped you to defy the game laws of—I was going to say our country, but it’s hard to tell exactly whose country it is. Never—have I?”
“Oh well, I’m getting old now, and the part we are going into isn’t adapted to a skirt. Besides—”
“Besides—what?”
“Nothing.”