The way she echoed the word set him thinking. But before his thoughts had got to their destination she said:
"Shall we make it a real honeymoon, Roddy—make it as complete as we can? Forget everything and let all the world be ..."
He supplied a word for her, "Rose-color?"
She accepted it with a caressing little laugh, "... for a while?"
"That's what I was fumbling for," he said, "but I can't think very straight to-night. I've got it now, though. That cottage we had—before the twins were born—down on the Cape. There won't be a soul there this time of the year. We'd have the world to ourselves."
"Yes," she said, "for a little while, we'd want it like that. But after a while—after a day or two, could we have the babies? Could the nurse bring them on to me and then go straight back, so that I could have them—and you, altogether?"
He said, "You darling!" But he couldn't manage more than that.
A little later he suggested that they could get the place by telegraph and could set out for it to-morrow.
She laughed and asked, "Will you let me be as silly as I like for once? Will you give me a week—well, till Saturday; that would do—to get ready in?"
"Get ready?" he echoed.