"You know Toby always starts it."
"Well, I don't say he doesn't," admitted Druro. "But he does it on principle. He's a born reformer—aren't you, Tobe? Picks a scrap with any one he considers a disreputable, dissipated character." Toby's master smiled mockingly at Weary's mistress.
"Reformation, like charity, should begin at home," she flashed back, and the instant she had uttered the words could have bitten off her tongue. For everyone was smiling delightedly. A few quarrels and scandals give a zest to life in Rhodesia, and are always warmly welcomed. No one knew the real foundation of Gay's and Druro's misunderstanding, but it had been plain for some time that there was one.
"We were talking about getting up a picnic," said peace-loving Mrs.
Hallett. "Mrs. Hading must be shown a real Rhodesian picnic."
"I want it to be a moonlight one!" cried Berlie. "They are twice as much fun."
"Yes; but there won't be a moon for nearly a month," someone complained.
"Well, we must have a day picnic now, and a moonlight one next month.
We shall want your car, Lundi."
"You can have it any time. Where do you think of going?"
"Either to Sombwelo Forest or Selukine."
Everyone agreed that Mrs. Hading must see both of these lovely places.