"I warn you, it is not romantic," he smiled, "although to me anything which brings me closer to you is invested with the very essence of romance." He told her briefly of his enterprise and the difficulties he had conquered. "It looks like plain sailing now," he concluded. "I will have to work hard, but that just suits me, for it will occupy the time while I am away from you. There will be no mail or communication with the outside world after we sail, except at long intervals. But I am sure you will feel the messages I shall send you every hour."
"And so you are going to put fish into little tin cans?" said Mildred.
"Very prosy, isn't it?"
"Of course, you will have men to do it. You won't do that sort of thing yourself?"
"Assuredly not. There will be some hundreds of Chinese."
"Will you have to catch the fish? Will you pull on a long fish-line? I should think that would be rather nice."
"No," he laughed.
"At any rate, you will wear oilskins and a 'sou'wester,' won't you?"
"Yes, just like the pictures you see on bill-boards."
She meditated for an instant. "Why don't you build a railroad or do something such as father does? He makes a great deal of money out of railroads."