"Well, now—everything is all right." It seemed better to her to take that line. "We can go wherever we want to. You need a rest. We'll go South, if you want to."
"Yes. Let's not go home. Let's go South from here."
"Oh, well—I don't know. I'd have to get some more clothes. You'd—we'd better go home first. And we have our tickets; it's not much shorter from here."
"Dad might want to go with us—or drive us down."
"I think we better go by train. It's much better to go home first."
"You mean—so people can see me? So nobody can suspect anything?"
"Martha, I didn't mean any such thing. Who's going to suspect us of anything?"
"Not you, of course. But I'll go home if you want me to. I'll do anything you want me to, after this. You've been a brick; you've stuck by me; you're the one that needs a rest. I don't look as ghastly as you do, mammie."
"Well, we can do anything we want to now; we can go any place."
"I don't want to do anything. I just want to sleep a year."