"Suppose your husband doesn't think so?"
"Then he won't be my husband! But I sha'n't run any such risk! I shall marry a man who absolutely agrees with me in everything."
"Maybe he'd like you to agree with him."
"I will, after I've pulled him up to my level," Fred said, grinning.
"I suppose Mr. Howard Ferguson Maitland doesn't need any pulling up?" her cousin said, softly.
Fred's face burned red. "My dear, he is not the only pebble on the beach!"
"He gets home in November," Laura said. "Freddy, it's nearly one, and I'm perfectly dead with sleep!"
Frederica laughed and got up; then hesitated. There was a little droop in Laura's face that she didn't like. "Lolly," she said, "you're bothered. Is it—Jack?"
"Darn Jack!" Laura said. "I loathe him."