“But they don’t mind us, do they?” she urged. “Because we’re so happy and we like them so. Doesn’t the air make you feel awfully funny and happy?”
“Yes,” Winn admitted; “but it’s not all the air, you know.”
Claire wanted to know what else it was; but as Winn didn’t offer to explain, she felt that perhaps she had better not ask.
They were near the top when Winn paused suddenly and said in a most peculiar reluctant voice; “Look here, I think I ought to tell you.”
He stumbled over the words and then added, “No, by Jove, that won’t do!”
“Oh, don’t let’s tell each other things we ought!” Claire entreated. “It’s not the kind of morning for that. I meant to talk about lots of really important subjects, but I’m not going to now. I may later, of course; but just now I don’t feel in the mood for being important.”
Winn looked at her very hard, and then he said:
“But still you are rather important, you know.”
“Then,” she laughed, “I’m important enough to have my own way, aren’t I?”
Winn said nothing. He seemed to acquiesce that she was important enough for that.