"I shall be armed again," he smiled, "before I am threatened. Indeed, to know that you are armed has heartened me immensely. What are you doing this afternoon?"
"I don't know," she answered with provoking submissiveness; "you haven't told me."
"It's just possible," he said, "that the turf courts at the Westchester Country Club have been opened. I might telephone and find out. Then we could collect some clothes, jump into a taxi, and go out and open the season."
"You can't afford taxis, Wilmot. And you never let anybody else pay for anything."
"Oh," he pleaded, "I can afford a taxi this once, believe me."
"In that case," said Barbara, "I surrender."
"If you only would, Barbs."
"'Phone if you are going to, and don't be always slipping sentiment into a business proposition," She affected to look very stern and business-like.
"I shall engage the magic taxi," he affirmed.
"The what?"