She nodded.
"All the cards—now? Or would you rather take things as they come?"
All this time the car was going ahead full speed in the moonlight.
"Everything—now!" she said tensely.
He never looked at her as he talked. His eyes were on the road ahead.
"Just now—as soon as we get to a spot where it seems likely to be comfortable, we're going to unship a couple of pup-tents from the back of the car, and sleep out here. I have all your things in the back of the car. If you'd rather, you can sleep in the car; you're little and I think you could be comfortable on the back seat."
She interrupted him with a cry of injury.
"My things? Where did you get them?"
"Lucille packed them. She worked like a demon to get everything ready.
She was thrilled."
"Thrilled!" said Marjorie resentfully. "I'm so sick of people being thrilled I don't know what to do. I'm not thrilled. . . . I might have known it. It's just the sort of thing Lucille would be crazy over doing. I suppose she feels as if she were in the middle of a melodrama."