"We'll see how my girl is by September. And next year, if you want to come back—"
"Come back! Why, I don't want to go away—ever!"
"But the snow, Peter Pan."
"I forgot that. We'd be frozen in tight, shouldn't we?"
"I'm afraid we should. Shall we look at the mail? Then I'll have to go to work."
"Mr. Adams thinks quite a lot of his horses, doesn't he?" she queried.
"He has to. He depends on them, and they depend on him. He has to take good care of them."
"I shouldn't like it a bit if I thought he took care of them just because he had to."
"Oh, Adams is all right, Peter. I have noticed one or two things about him."
"Well, I have noticed that he has a tremendous appetite," laughed
Dorothy.