“I'm sorry,” said Honora.
“And what mischief,” he demanded, “have you been up to?”
“You'll never guess!” she exclaimed.
“Preparing for the exodus,” he hazarded.
“You surely don't expect me to stay in Quicksands all winter?” she replied, a little guiltily.
“Quicksands,” he declared, “has passed into history.”
“You always insist upon putting a wrong interpretation upon what I do,” she complained.
He laughed.
“What interpretation do you put on it?” he asked.
“A most natural and praiseworthy one,” she answered. “Education, improvement, growth—these things are as necessary for a woman as for a man. Of course I don't expect you to believe that—your idea of women not being a very exalted one.”