“Yes, and break the back of your neck. Picture galleries are worse than quinsy sore throat.”
“But that’s in front,” said Flo, laughing. “Pictures make you ache in the back of your neck.”
“They make me ache all round,” declared Patty. “I love ’em, but they wear me out.”
“Oh, Patty,” cried Flo, “look at the orchards with the trees tied together! Isn’t it lovely?” Patty looked from the window at the thick ropes of grapevines which festooned one tree to another in the orchards past which their train was flying.
“Great!” she exclaimed, her eyes shining at the beautiful sight. “They look like the Alpine travellers, who are roped together for safety.”
“Nonsense,” said practical Flo, “what’s the use of roping yourselves together if you’re standing still? They’re not moving.”
“Well,” said Patty, “our train goes so fast that it makes them look as if they were moving; so it’s well they’re tied together.”
“You’re a goose,” remarked Flo, as if that settled the matter. “I say, Patty, isn’t this a funny car?”
“I suppose it is to you,” said Patty, looking around at the drawing-room car they were in.