"Yes. New York needs an occasional dose of absence, to keep the perspective true," he answered.
They looked about the hotel living-room with a sense of its strangeness. The maid had everything in order, even to flowers everywhere.
"I can't seem to remember why we clutter up with so many luxuries," Barbara sighed.
"Are you a little sorry that you slit the envelope?" he teased her.
"No. Are you sorry I did it?"
"I had more to leave behind than you did."
She looked her surprise.
"I left the best playmate I ever had, up there in the hills."
"You mean Bill?" impudently.