“Where to?”
“But you’ll marry some day.”
“No, I’ll stay with you.”
He pressed her arm. This time she did not try to press his, he was so shy.
“And there’s your book to write.”
“Yes, my book.”
There was a pause, and then he went on:
“I tell you what, I’ll fix up that hen-run to-day. But then there is no rabbit wire, and it is so expensive. Oh, well.”
“They’re just as well as they are. Look, Minnie has just pounced.”
“I must go and have a drop of something.”