This last was a happy suggestion. For Mrs. Milo turned to Mrs.
Balcome, clasping eager hands. "Ah, the Holy Land!" she cried.
"Palestine! The Garden of Eden!"
Mrs. Balcome listened calmly. But she did not commit herself. At some thought or other, she pressed Babette close.
"Yes!" Balcome took Mrs. Milo's elbow confidentially. "And think of
Arabia!"
"India!"—it was Sue again.
"China!" added Balcome.
"Japan!"
"The Phil——"
"Look out now! Look out!"
"What's the matter?"
"Matter? You're coming up the other side!"