“Do you realize that by this time to-morrow we shall be steaming up New York harbor?”
“This time to-morrow!”
“This time to-morrow.”
She put down the book she held in her hands with a show of purpose, and looked out gravely.
“A strange world to both of us,” I said.
To my annoyance, the sound of the gong began to rumble through the ship.
“What—already?” she said, to my delight, looking incredulously at her watch.
“Take your luncheon up here; it’s a perfect day.”
“What a good idea! Yes, I think I shall.”