“What’s in the larder?”
She smiled at his tone, in spite of her own seriousness.
“Bacon––perhaps enough for three days, with the bread, if we don’t eat much; and chocolate for four or five breakfasts. That’s all.”
“And then?”
“Are there deer in those forests, do you think?”
“Very likely. This is an un-hunted country, I imagine.”
“Great!” she cried.
“What do you propose to do? Whistle for them?”
She could afford to smile at that.