"Not quite without cups; I am afraid we really do without saucers. We have an unlimited tablecloth, you know, of lichen and moss."
"And you really enjoy it?"
But here Lois shook her head. "There are no words to tell how much."
Mrs. Caruthers sighed. If she had spoken out her thoughts, it was too plain to Lois, she would have said, "I do not enjoy anything."
"How long are you thinking to stay on this side of the water?" Tom asked his friend now.
"Several months yet, I hope. I want to push on into Tyrol. We are not in a hurry. The old house at home is getting put into order, and till it is ready for habitation we can be nowhere better than here."
"The old house? your house, do you mean? the old house at Battersby?"
"Yes."
"You are not going there? for the winter at least?"
"Yes, we propose that. Why?"