sun-parlor, where he found Louise checking items in a mail order. He took up a magazine and lay in the hammock.
"I'm ordering some winter provisions," she informed him.
"You haven't let much grass grow under your feet."
"The grass has become knee-deep since I've been away."
Miriam came to the doorway, but hesitated a moment on hearing this last remark, which alluded to goodness knew what. "We're to be ready at four," she said. "Keble wonders if you could put tea ahead a half hour."
Louise got up, giving Dare's hammock a little shake. "Tea at four instead of four thirty, do you hear, Mr. Dare dear? Are you thrilled?"
"Couldn't make it three thirty, could you?"
Louise had caught Miriam's arm and was towing her into the hall. "Don't look so glum," she commanded. "Let's find Gertie and tell her tea at four, then pack our bags."
"What will you wear?" Miriam asked, surveying Louise's khaki and wondering what Louise had meant by "glum".
"What I have on," replied Louise.
"What! Riding breeches on the platform?"
"Pooh, everybody in the Valley knows my legs by heart! Besides, an election eve mass meeting isn't like a speech from the Throne."
