“Look here––doesn’t it seem sort of foolish to prepare two lunches in two different places. Doesn’t it seem rather wasteful?”
Offhand, it did. And yet there was something wrong with that argument somewhere.
“It may be wasteful, but it’s necessary,” she replied.
“Now, is it?” he asked. “Why can’t we go downtown somewhere and lunch together?”
“You must go home with your bundles,” she said, grasping at the most obvious fact she could think of at the moment.
“If that’s the only difficulty, I can call a messenger,” he replied instantly.
“And lose all you’ve saved by coming ’way up here? I won’t listen to it.”
“Then I’ll go home with them and come back.”
“It will be too late for lunch then.”