"Rather. Is it this week? I'd forgotten. Do you want all that muslin stuff tacked up again?"
"Yes. But we'll get you a step-ladder this year. The boxes collapsed last time—remember?"
He nodded, amused. "But why don't you try a new idea?" he suggested. "Why always keep to the same old muslin?"
Madeline sighed. "We do always keep to the same old things, don't we? But what could we do? Suggest something."
"Have a background of palms and cover the framework with ivy."
"That'd be lovely. But how could we get the ivy?"
"Leave that to me. I'll get it for you."
"Will you? Thanks so much. Could I help?"
Paul glanced at her carefully. She walked gracefully, but with her eyes on the pavement. He admired her fair hair and her new hat, her trim figure. After all, why not?
"Bicycle out with me on Friday and get some," he suggested. "There's lots at Hursley."