CHAPTER XXX
EYES FOR TWO
"This day smells as though it had been made in the country," Karl said, leaning from the dining room window which Ernestine had thrown wide open as she rose from the breakfast table.
"Yes, and looks that way," she responded, leaning out herself, and taking a long draught of the spring.
"Let's take a walk," he said abruptly.
"Except when you asked me to marry you—you never proposed a more delightful thing," she responded with gayer laugh than he had heard for a long time.
"Suppose we walk down through the park and take a look at the lake," he suggested.
"I call that a genuine inspiration!"—losing no time in getting Karl's things and her own.
Nothing could have pleased her more than this. It seemed beginning the spring right.
"I can fancy we are in Europe," he said, after they had gone a little way, and she laughed understandingly;—this seemed closer to the spirit of the old days than they had come for a long time.