“Don’t be an idiot.”
He turned as the door opened and Isabelle came in. She was booted and hatted.
“Good morning, Max,” she said, sweetly.
“Morning. Where are you going?”
“To town, with Wally.”
“What?”
“Well, I thought I’d better take her. She has to live with ’em, you know, and she has ideas on the subject.”
Mrs. Bryce laughed aloud.
“You two!” she exclaimed.