Esther laughed.
“I should like to come, but–––”
“Then that’s settled. We’ll stay a week if we’re not bored to death. It’s a desolate spot––just a handful of houses and a haystack and a few things like that, but if you like the country we ought to have a good time. I wish I’d got a car....”
“Isn’t it rather a funny place to go to for business?” Esther asked innocently.
“Not in the least,” June declared. “All the ingredients for my skin food came from the country––herbs and attar of flowers and all the rest of it. Besides”––she swallowed hard before uttering the biggest fib of all––“my agent lives down there, you see.”
“Oh!” said Esther. She was rather pleased at the idea of a change.
“I suppose we can have letters sent on?” she asked after a moment.
June’s scratching pen stopped for a moment; then flew on again faster than before.
“Oh, of course!” she said airily.