“Well, this is the first proposal I’ve ever had, and I believe it is customary to say on those occasions that it is so sudden, or so unexpected, and time is required for consideration.”
“How soon can you make up your mind, Kate?”
“Oh, my mind’s already made up. I’m going to jump at your offer, but I think it more ladylike to pretend a mild reluctance. What are you going to do, Dorothy?”
“I don’t know. I’ve settled on only one thing. I intend to build a little stone and tile church, very quaint and old-fashioned, if I get the right kind of architect to draw a plan for it, and this church is to be situated in Haverstock.”
“Where’s Haverstock?”
“It is a village near the Hudson River, on the plain that stretches toward the Catskills.”
“It was there you lived with your father, was it not?”
“Yes, and my church is to be called the Dr. Amhurst Memorial Church.”
“And do you propose to live at Haverstock?”
“I was thinking of that.”