She nodded, and we pushed off into the rapids.
"And now, who is it?" she demanded.
"I thought you were going to thank me for the rug."
She made a little grimace of impatience.
"The best way I can thank you is to tell you the truth. Jack and I went to buy a rug at Lucifer's."
"That's where we got yours."
She pinched my arm.
"Will you listen? We must have got to the shop directly you'd left. The one you'd bought was still lying there. We both thought it feet above any other rug there, and, when they said it was sold, I nearly cried. We were so fed up that we said we wouldn't get a rug at all, and went off to look at book-cases and chests of drawers. I didn't get home till six, and, when I did, there was your present. Are you satisfied?"
"Overwhelmed."
"Good. Now, who's the lady?"