“Is it just natural for it to be so wonderful? And the little toes so pink and cunning, too?” Her polished toe-nails gleamed rosily up at him. He put on her black satin mule lingeringly. “Now give me the other foot.”
She held it out with a low laugh. “Same ceremony, lest it should feel slighted!”
“Now you must go this minute,” she stood up and gave him a little push.
He adopted an injured air. “I’m going to stay and help you dress.”
“No you’re not, my friend.” Her smile was determined. “Out you go this moment.” Slipping her arm in his, she led him to the door. His cheeks flushed hotly, he made a desperate attempt to embrace her, but she eluded him nimbly.
“No, no, bad one! I don’t intend to spend an exotic, temperamental morning. I want to go out and take a walk or something. The snow and the sunshine make me think of the Engadine.”
He sighed loudly, and then brightened. After all, Anne was here, and she had promised to stay until to-morrow, at least. It was hardly decent to hurry her.
“Very well, we’ll do anything you wish. How would you like to toboggan? There’s a splendid hill right here in the grounds and I came upon an old sled in the basement the other day.”
“Oh, I should love that!” She clasped her hands with genuine enthusiasm.
He smiled delightedly. “And then there is an old inn, I believe it was a mill once, where we might lunch or tea. It is very out of the way and quite safe.”