"I am," declared he. "Your whims don't deceive me. I know you. Let's go in, dear."
She shook her head in smiling reproach. "Then you don't care to hear my plans?"
"Oh, yes. What are they?"
"I've got everything ready to make those changes we discussed on our honeymoon."
"Really!" exclaimed he, seeing that enthusiasm was expected, though he hadn't the remotest idea what she was talking about.
"Of course, I'm going slowly at first, as I want to be sure, and mustn't be extravagant. I've been very careful. I've made drawings and even water colors, for I thought I ought to see how things would look."
He was puzzled and alarmed. "I don't believe I know which scheme you mean," he said. "We discussed so many things on that trip."
"I mean, to change the house and grounds," explained she with bright enthusiasm. "They'll not be ugly and stiff and cold looking much longer."
He started up. "Courtney, what are you talking about?" he demanded.
"Why, Dick! Don't you remember? I told you some of my ideas on gardens and interiors, and you said——"