“We’ll—we’ll go, Lyn, just before Christmas.”
“Not much!” Lynda tossed her head. “It will take our united efforts from December first until after Christmas to meet the demands of Billy and Ann.”
“But, Lyn, the theatre season has just opened—and—”
“Don’t be a silly, Con. What do we care for that? Besides, we can go to some place where there are theatres. It’s too cold to go into the wilds.”
“But New York is the place, Lyn.”
“Con, I never saw you so obstinate and frivolous. Why, you’re thin and pale, and you worry me. I will never leave you again during the summer. Ann was edgy about it this year. She told me once that she felt all the hotness you were suffering. I believe she did! Now will you come away for a month?”
“I—I cannot, Lyn.”
“For two weeks, then? One?”
“Darling, after next week, yes! For a week or ten days.”
“Good old Con! Always so reasonable and—kind,” Lynda lifted her happy face to his....