And when, with playful abandon, I stood drying them upon my knickerbockers, I saw Thusis emerge from the house carrying my pack-basket.
She came up rather slowly.
"Here is your lunch," she said, looking at me with an inscrutable expression suggesting amusement and annoyance in an illogical combination.
"You mean our lunch," said I.
"I mean your lunch."
"Aren't you coming, Thusis?"
I looked into the pack-basket and discovered her account books in it.
"An oversight," she said, calmly. "Give them to me."
I started to fish them out and caught sight of the package of lunch.
"Good heavens!" said I, "there is twice too much for one!"