His rather agreeable laughter sounded again.
“So that was what you forgot to put in your suitcase,” he said. “No wonder you went back for it.”
“There was something else very important, too.”
“What, darling?”
“My drawings,” she explained innocently.
“Your drawings! Do you mean you’ve got them, too?”
“Yes. I want to take them to Paris and compare them with the pictures I shall see there. It ought to teach me a great deal. Don’t you think so?”
“Are you crazy to study?” he asked, touched to the quick by her utter ignorance.
“It’s all I dream about. If I could work that way and support myself and my father and mother––”
“But, Rue! Wake up! We’re married, little girl. You don’t have to work to support anybody!” 101