"But, of course," she said, smiling, "you haven't called me anything yet. Please begin at once! It really isn't difficult."
"Very well, Dot," he said. "And where are we going for our picnic?"
"Oh, not very far," she said. "Somewhere within a quite easy walk."
"Can't we ride?" suggested Jeff.
"Ride?" She looked at him in surprise.
"I have a horse who would carry you," he said.
"Have you—have you, really?" Quick pleasure came into her eyes. "Oh, Jeff, how kind of you!"
"No, it isn't," said Jeff bluntly. "I want you to be happy."
She laughed her quick, light laugh. "So you're going to spoil me?" she said.
They reached the pretty Mill House above the stream and found breakfast awaiting them in the oak-panelled parlour that overlooked a sunny orchard.