Bill rubbed his nose thoughtfully.
"Trouble is, we haven't got a country house," he said. "We don't own a villa, or a camp or any of that fashionable stuff."
"I understand," said Mary. "But how about a yacht?"
"Don't even own a skiff."
"But we could hire one, couldn't we?"
Mary had unconsciously adopted the "we."
Bill regarded her with sudden interest. He stopped rubbing his nose, which was always one of his signs of indecision.
"Say, where did you get that idea?" he demanded.
"Why, it's a perfectly obvious one to arrive at, considering the season of the year."
"Have you spoken to my aunt about it?"