"Less nonsense, I mean," reflected Daphne. "But more hair- brushing—and putting away winter clothes, and——"
"Oh, I wish I had a wife," hooted Richard, "to put away my winter clothes!"
"I wish you had!" laughed Daphne. For the first time her mind went back to her little college tragedy with purely historical interest instead of pain. "Oh, I wish you had! That dress suit you bumped my nose against smelled so strong of camphor—I couldn't get it out of my nostrils all winter! Why, we're both laughing!" she exclaimed with sudden astonishment.
"Why shouldn't we?" argued Richard Wiltoner. In the midst of the reflection a most curious expression flashed across his eyes.
"Wouldn't it have been funny," he said, "if you had married me—that time I asked you?"
"We'd have fought like cats and dogs, I suppose," said Daphne. 232
"But at least," laughed Richard, "you would have been putting away my winter clothes—just about now."
"And you—" retaliated Daphne.
"I'm already—brushing your hair!" laughed the boy.
"Let's never marry anybody," suggested Daphne. "Not for years!"