"About your going to Australia."
"America, you owl," cried Leavesley.
"America, I mean—America, of course—America."
"What did she say?"
"She said—she hoped you'd have a fine voyage, that the weather would be fine, in short, or words to that effect."
Leavesley sighed.
"Was that all she said?"
"Absolutely."
"Did you say anything about the letter I wrote her?"