“I love your ‘we,’” he laughed happily.
She nestled closer to him.
“Are you still hating the Caribbean?”
“I? I’m loving it the second-best thing in the world.”
“But I loved it first,” she reminded him jealously. “Dearest,” she added, with one of her swift swoops of thought, “what was that funny title the British Secretary of Legation had?”
“What? Oh, Captain the Honorable Carey Knowles?”
“Yes. Well, I shall have a much nicer, more picturesque title than that when we come back to Caracuña—dear, dirty, dangerous, queer, riotous, plague-stricken old Caracuña!”
“Then my liege ladylove intends to come back?” he asked.
“Of course. Some time. And in Caracuña I shall insist on being Mrs. the Unspeakable Perk.”
THE END