I hope you'll let me take you for a
spin into the country."
"Of course it would be lovely!" said Bridget.
"Then I shall give you five minutes to get ready," answered Jimmy.
"I really mustn't," she insisted.
"Why not?" he demanded. "Aren't you as free as the larks?"
Bridget sighed as she stood looking out at the car in the street below.
"Come," urged Jimmy. "Let me take you to hear them sing!"
"Where?" she faltered.
"Oh, you must give me carte-blanche!"
"Suppose I were reckless enough!" said Bridget.
"We would go to the farthest and most secluded corner of the earth
where the sun always shines, but never too fiercely."
"Then," she cried more brightly, "English wouldn't be spoken."
"You and I would understand each other," said Jimmy. "That is all I
care for."
"There would be the coming back," she suggested.
"Not necessarily," he replied, and Bridget seemed to start as if some
fresh idea had suddenly occurred to her mind. "Anyhow, we needn't
think of returning before we set out," he continued.
"I mustn't," she repeated.
"But, indeed, you must."
"Mr.
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