“Looks as if we might do just that.”
“Your destination is China?”
“Yes.”
“What route do you take on your return to America?”
“I—I’m afraid we never gave it a thought. Our journey’s end comes first.”
“Yes, of course. You’ll return by way of Australia or Alaska perhaps.”
“Either will be thrilling.”
“And dangerous. Well, now,” his voice changed, “get on your party dress and we’ll be on our way.”
A maid appeared from nowhere. She had, in truth, been borrowed from a beauty parlor. When she looked at herself in the glass after the maid had done her work, Mary gasped, then experienced a sinking feeling about her knees.
“Sparky,” she thought. “He’ll put on his everyday coat and come strolling over to the club for dinner. It’s a shame. I wish I could wear my uniform with a few spots on it!”