“Don’t go. I want to talk to you.”
“But you’re busy.”
“Not unless I want to be.”
“But I am. I have to go to market——”
“Briggs can take you over. I’ll call up the garage.”
“Briggs! Can you imagine Briggs driving through the streets of Washington with a pound of sausage and a three-rib roast?”
“Do you mean that you are going to take your parcels back with you?”
“Yes. There aren’t any deliveries in Sherwood.”
He hesitated for a moment, then touched her shoulder lightly with his forefinger. “Look here. Let Briggs take you to market, then come back here, and we’ll run up to the house, get the things for lunch at Chevy Chase, and put you down, sausages, bags and all, at your own door in Sherwood.”
“Really?” She was all shining radiance.