"Er—no, I hadn't."
"Shall you have to be at your post much? Are the office-hours very strict?"
"Pretty strict. We'd have to live on Governor's Island, you know."
"Really? In one of those little houses?" He nodded. "I saw them there once when they gave a lawn fête. I never dreamed I'd live in one of them. They aren't very commodious, are they?"
"That depends."
"Nichette—she's my maid—would make an awful row, and my chauffeur—I suppose we could keep him? He expects to marry Nichette."
"Does he?"
"If they can stop fighting long enough to get married. Does a garage go with the house we should occupy there?"
"I doubt it."
"No garage!" she exclaimed. "How should we manage? It's rather awkward getting to the Island, too, as I remember—a ferry or something. I don't suppose you could arrange to live up-town and do your army work by telephone on rainy days?"