“Within an hour, if you decide to make the trip.”
“That is all very well, so far as it goes,” observed Nora Wingate. “What I wish to ask is how are we going to sleep and eat?”
“We shall take with us twenty-four hours’ rations and a small tent, which can be carried on the roof of the stagecoach. Hippy can sleep on the floor of the coach and we girls will sleep in the tent,” Grace informed her companions.
“Any old place is good enough for Hippy,” complained Lieutenant Wingate.
“A man like yourself, who has slept on a cloud, hovering over the German lines on the French front, ought not to complain about having to sleep on nice, soft blankets on the floor of a stagecoach,” teased Grace.
“Who’s complaining?” retorted Hippy. “What is the verdict?”
“Unless there are objections which argument cannot overcome, I shall decide for taking the stagecoach,” announced Grace.
“Ladies, please give voice to your preferences, and be quick about it,” urged Hippy.
The vote was unanimous for the stagecoach.
“Brown Eyes, will you attend to getting the food?” he asked.