“A vacation! I don’t need one.”
“Suppose it were spent in Europe?”
“What!” exclaimed Tony, eagerly, “you don’t think of our going abroad?”
“Yes. The house with which I am connected wants me to go abroad on business. If I go you may go with me if you would like it.”
“Like it!” exclaimed Tony, impetuously. “There is nothing I would like better.”
“So I supposed,” said George Spencer, smiling. “I may as well tell you that our passage is taken for next Wednesday, by the Coronia.”
“And this is Friday evening. How soon it seems!”
“There won’t be much preparation to make—merely packing your trunk.”
“Mr. Spencer,” said Tony, “I want to ask a favor.”
“What is it?”