“I will carry my own luggage.”
“Never!”
“Is that a final decision?”
She nodded, an emphatic, half-fierce little nod, and frowned.
Pats smiled. “Miss Elinor Marshall, I am, as I have before remarked, your humble and adoring slave. Your will is law. When shall we start?”
“Whenever you say.”
“To-morrow?”
She nodded, this time with a smile.
“Early?”