"If we had lived then, we shouldn't be living now."
"But we should have had our—happiness——"
"And I should have worn lovely flowing silk skirts. Not short things like this, and little bonnets with flowers inside, and velvet mantles——"
"And you would have walked on my arm to church. And we would have owned one of those old big houses—and your smile would have greeted me across the candles every day at dinner——" He was making it rather personal, but she humored his fancy.
"And you would have worn a blue coat, and a bunch of big seals, and a furry high hat——"
"You are thinking all the time about what we would wear," he complained; "you haven't any sense of romance, Becky——"
"Well, of course, it is all make-believe."
"Yes, it is all—make-believe," he said, and walked in silence after that.
The wind blew cold and they stopped in a pastry shop on Boylston Street and had a cup of tea.