“Hello!” said John, pausing in the act of pulling on his golf boots. “I thought I could discern an unusual buoyancy about you of late. Not a college widow, I hope?”
“No, of course not. But I must be getting on. You’ll come, won’t you?”
“To Virginia? Yes, Phil. And when you write please thank your mother and—— How about your sister? Think she wants me to come?”
“Why, of course.”
“Oh; I didn’t gather that impression from what you read me. I believe she didn’t mention herself, did she?”
“That doesn’t make any difference. She’ll be tickled to death.”
“Think so? Well, I hope she won’t mind having me. Don’t let them put themselves out for me, Phil. Never mind the dance, you know; I’m getting too old for such frivolous things. As for excitement, why, we can do without that for a few days. Elaine offers me one inducement that is quite sufficient.”
“You mean the shooting?” asked Phillip.
“Eh? Oh, yes; the shooting, of course. Let me see, Phil, we’re to shoot—what is it? Ducks?”