"Not china at all, ma'am," corrected Blair; "lovely white enamel, though, with blue edges——"
"I know!" cried Carlotta, "like our motor lunch-box."
"Yes, that sort, and not bad, either. Oh, we'll rough it more or less, but it won't be absolutely primitive,—not by a long shot!"
"It'll be absolutely perfect," said Peter, dreamily gazing off into space, and seeing in his mind great white stretches of snowy landscape, or black, gurgling holes in ice-bound rivers.
"You are so ridiculous!" declared his sister. "You're a regular Sybarite at home. You love easy chairs and pillows and fresh flowers all about, and all that,—then you want to go off where you'll have nothing nice at all,—not even a laundry!"
"Right you are, Sis. The Human warious is hard to understand. Come along, Carly, take me for a walk."
Rather slowly the girl rose, and the two sauntered forth, across the wide veranda, across the lawn and down a garden path. Neither spoke until, coming to a marble bench, they sat down and turned to look into each other's eyes.
"Going to say yes before I go, Carly, or after I come back?"
"After you come back," was the prompt response.
"Oh, good! You promise to say it then?"