Marie opened her brown eyes wide.
167 "Gracious! Who do you think will drink it all?"
"Oh, I think we can, between us, quite easily. We've got all day before us, you know."
Marie leaned back luxuriously. She had resolutely pushed all thought of Chris from her mind and she did not mean to think of him till they got back home again.
"I'm going to enjoy myself, and not worry about anything," she said recklessly.
Feathers looked down at her. "Do you worry about things?" he asked gently. "Don't do it, Mrs. Lawless! It brings wrinkles and chases away smiles."
"Does it? How do you know?"
"I suppose I have eyes like other people," he answered.
"Aunt Madge would not come, you see; I was sure she would not," Marie said presently. "And she has quite made up her mind that I am going to be drowned and that she will never see me any more."
"I don't think she need worry."