“No one has,” he answered, with a certain grimness that suggested such a demand might have met with small response. “In this instance I believe the idea originated with me.”
She laughed brightly.
“You made me bring the coat,” she said. “It is only fair you should carry it.”
“I am not complaining. When you are tired, say so, and we will rest by the wayside. We have a long way to go yet; and I do not wish to carry you as well as your coat.”
Again she laughed brightly and looked up into his face with merry eyes.
“You boasted that you could do that as easily as you could lift a feather. I should not mind carrying a feather,” she said.
He looked down at her, quietly amused.
“Think of the amazement at the hotel if I were seen carrying you back!” he said, and smiled at the quick flush which overspread her face.
“I do not concern myself about the opinion of other people, as you appear to do,” she retorted.
“Very well,” he replied. “Then, when you are tired, say so, and I will support my boast in a practical manner.”