"Why not?"
"Several why nots. One is because you said last night you were going to work in earnest. You can't do that and keep flying out to Greendale every other day the way you have been doing all summer. Besides, I expect to be busy myself."
"You! May I ask what you are going to do that is so almighty important?"
"You may ask but I am not likely to inform you if you take that tone."
Jack whistled softly.
"Gee! Am I in as bad as all that?"
"As all what? Did I sound cross?" Sylvia smiled relentingly. "Well, maybe I was. I hate the lordly male attitude you assume at times. Your tone bristled with it just then."
"Did it?" he chuckled. "Sorry. Honest, I didn't mean to patronize your ladyship. So far from feeling lordly in your presence you usually make me feel infernally infinitesimal, not to say atomic. I have a fearful and wonderful respect for your serene high mightiness. I truly did want to know what you were going to do."
"I am going to get to work on my music for one thing. I've promised to practice with Gus. Then I am going to learn to cook."
"In the name of heaven why?"