“Don’t be so sure you won’t see us in Florence,” said Floyd. “My ticket is most accommodating; isn’t yours, Homer?”
“No,” said Peter, shortly. “At least it doesn’t include Florence among its coupons.”
“I’m sorry,” said Patty, gently. “I’d be glad to see you there. Are you really coming, Floyd?”
“I don’t know yet. How long shall you be there?”
“About a fortnight, I think. Perhaps longer. It depends on how father and Nan like it.”
“And you?”
“Yes, and I. But I’m so good-natured I always agree with them.”
“That’s a good one!” said Floyd, “when it’s well known that you’re the dictator of the Fairfield Forum.”
“Only when I care,” said Patty, “and I don’t often care.”
“Well, I care that you’re going away,” said Floyd, “and I shall follow you, if possible, as soon as I can.”