There are things we've got to decide, and and I'm not going in with you again to-night." She caught her breath at that, and her hand tightened its hold on his. But she walked on with him. He said, presently, "You understand, don't you?" She answered, "Oh, my dear! yes." But she added, a little shakily, "I wish we had a magic-carpet right here, that we could fly home on."
Sometimes it would turn up about lunch-time and stand impatiently chugging while she changed into sport's clothes, after which it would dash away with her, humming contentedly, into the depths of the country. It was the magic-carpet which obeyed all her desires. After war-days, with their petrol shortages and restricted travel, it seemed more than ordinarily magic.