“Dresden’s really very nice, isn’t it?” I asked of her companion.
“It isn’t nice if you happen to prefer New York,” Miss Ruck at once returned. “Miss Church prefers New York. Tell him you’re dying to see New York; it will make him mad,” she went on.
“I’ve no desire to make him mad,” Aurora smiled.
“It’s only Miss Ruck who can do that,” I hastened to state. “Have you been a long time in Europe?” I added.
“As long as I can remember.”
“I call that wicked!” Miss Ruck declared.
“You might be in a worse place,” I continued. “I find Europe very interesting.”
Miss Ruck fairly snorted. “I was just saying that you wanted to pass for a European.”
Well, I saw my way to admit it. “Yes, I want to pass for a Dalmatian.”
Miss Ruck pounced straight. “Then you had better not come home. We know how to treat your sort.”