"Gladly," Brockway assented, the more readily since his plans for the day had been so recently demolished and rebuilt. "We'll go where we please, and do as we like; and for this one day nobody shall say 'Don't!'"
She laughed with him, and then became suddenly grave. "It's no use; we can't do it," she said, with mock pathos; "the 'ancients and invalids' won't let us."
"Yes, they will," Brockway asserted, cheerfully; "Burton will take care of them—that's what he's here for. Moreover, I shall take it upon myself to abolish the perversities, animate or inanimate."
"Please do. And if Mrs. Burton scold me——"
"She'd better not," said Brockway, with much severity. "If she does, I'll tell tales out of school and give her something else to think about."
"Could you?"
"You would better believe it; she is trembling in her shoes this blessed minute for fear I may. But you would have to stand by me."
"I? Well, I've promised, you know. What place is this?"
The train had entered the great gateway in Table Mountain, and was clattering past the Golden smelting works.
"It is Golden—you remember, don't you?" And then Brockway bethought him of something. "Will you excuse me a minute, while I get off and speak to the agent?"