“To the Adirondacks,” replied Mr Grainger, gravely.
This explanation, which seemed entirely plausible to Honora, appeared to afford great amusement to Brent, and even to Mrs. Kame.
“When did you come to life?” demanded Brent.
“Yesterday,” said Mr. Grainger, quite as solemnly as before.
Mrs. Kame glanced curiously at Honora, and laughed again.
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Trixy,” she said.
“Why?” he asked innocently. “There's nothing wrong in going to the Adirondacks—is there, Cecil?”
“No,” said Mr. Grainger, blinking rapidly.
“The Adirondacks,” declared Mrs. Kame, “have now become classic.”
“By the way,” observed Mr. Grainger, “I believe Bessie's in town to-day at a charity pow-wow, reading a paper. I've half a mind to go over and listen to it. The white dove of peace—and all that kind of thing.”