As Miss Eyester had opined, Miss Macpherson was taking her tonic, or about to.
"I've come to make a suggestion, Auntie," Wallie began, with a little diffidence.
"What is it?" Miss Macpherson was shaking the bottle.
"Let's not go South this winter."
"Where then?" She smiled indulgently as she measured out the medicine.
"Why not California or Arizona?" he suggested.
"I don't believe this tonic helps me a particle." She made a wry face as she swallowed it.
"That's it," he declared, eagerly. "You need a change—we both do."
"I'm too set in my ways to enjoy new experiences, and I don't like strangers. We might catch contagious diseases, and there is no place where we could be so comfortable as in Florida. No," she shook her head kindly but firmly, "we will go South as usual."
"Oh—sugar!" The vehemence with which Wallie uttered the expletive showed the extent of his disappointment.