O'Donnell grinned. "I believe—wasn't it piloting tourists through Europe?"
"Do you mean to tell me it's been as long as that since I've seen you?"
"As I recollect it—something of the sort."
"Yes, yes. So it was. But that was before the war. You knew, of course, that I'd gone to Tahulamaji."
"You answered several of my letters," he reminded her sweetly.
"Ah, of course I did. And you should have felt highly flattered, for I may say I made no point of keeping up any sort of correspondence at all down there."
"I should say not!" put in Mrs. Needham, laughing.
"Oh, yes. I was flattered—flattered even if they were only postcards. But I haven't yet got it straight what you were doing in Tahulamaji. Was it the same sort of thing there?"
"What! Piloting tourists?" She had a hearty laugh. Her brother-in-law started a little. One of Marjory's hearty laughs was always like an unexpected slap on the back.
"You mean there aren't any sights to show?" asked O'Donnell meekly. "I don't even know where Tahulamaji is, and I haven't the faintest idea what it's like."