“But the day is more charming than ever!” declared Philip. “And I must emphasise the fact.”
“But, goodness gracious me! wherever is that halfway place? Have we passed the tumble-down old house with vines clambering all over it?”
“No, we haven’t passed it yet,” said Philip, innocently.
“We ought to reach it soon,—I’m sure it’s time.”
“How complimentary you are! Does the way seem so long?”
“It doesn’t seem so long, but it seems strange. I don’t remember these houses. Did we pass them on the way over?”
“You must have been so busy driving the car you didn’t see them.”
“Nonsense! I’ve never been this way before in my life! You’ve taken the wrong road, and you’ve done it on purpose,—Philip!”
“So I have, Patty! At least it’s a different road, but it isn’t a wrong road. It’s just as direct to ‘The Pebbles’ as the other road, but it has the advantage of not passing by the clambering house with the tumble-down vines!”
“Oh, you’ve done it, so we’d slip Roger!”