She's got an idea
it would do me a world of good to spend a day in the country.'
'Oh, really? Sounds a good idea.'
'Yes. Say, on the river. She's not been there for years it seems. She
thinks she would rather enjoy it.'
'I should think it would be a capital plan,' said Edith.
'Well, how about next Saturday?' said Bruce, thinking he was concealing
his eagerness and satisfaction.
'Saturday? Oh yes, certainly. Saturday, by all means, if it's fine. What
time shall we start?'
He started at once, but was silent.
'Saturday, yes,' Edith went on, after a glance at him. 'Only, I promised
to take the two children to an afternoon performance.'
'Did you though?' Bruce brightened up. 'Rather hard luck on them to
disappoint them. Mind you, Edith, I don't believe in spoiling children.
I don't think their parents should be absolute slaves to them; but, on
the other hand, I don't think it's good for them to disappoint them
quite so much as that; and, after all--well, a promise to a child!' He
shook his head sentimentally. 'Perhaps it's a fad of mine; I daresay it
is; but I don't like the idea of breaking a promise to a child!'
'It does seem a shame.
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