"You're going too fast, aren't you? Servia comes before Cannes, doesn't it?"
"Well, Servia, too."
"All right," said Berry. "I was going to suggest that we joined the Danube at Limoges, went up as far as Milan, where the falls are, and then struck off to Toledo, taking Warsaw on the way, but—"
"That'd be rather a long way round, wouldn't it?" said Jill, all seriousness in her grey eyes.
"Ah, I mean the Spanish Toledo, not the one in the States."
"Oh, I see—"
She checked herself suddenly and looked round. "He's laughing at me," she said. "What have I said wrong?"
"If anyone asked me where we should be without our Jill," said Berry, "I couldn't tell them."
When we began to discuss the tour in good earnest, the argument proper began. I had suggested that we should make for Frankfort, to start with, and Daphne and Jonah rather favoured Germany. Berry, however, wanted to go to Austria. It was after a casual enough remark of Jonah's that the roads in Germany were very good that Berry really got going.
"The roads good?" he said. "That settles it—say no more. The survey, which is, after all, the object of our holiday (sic), will be able to be made with success. If we start at once, we shall be able to get the book published by Christmas: 'Road Surfaces in Germany,' by a Hog."