After a time he came upstairs again, looking a little angry.

“Postman,” he said.

“Very early!” she replied.

“Rural round; he’s mostly here by seven, when he does come.”

“Did your mate send you a fortune?”

“No! Only some photographs and papers about a place out there in British Columbia.”

“Would you go there?”

“I thought perhaps we might.”

“Oh, yes! I believe it’s lovely!”

But he was put out by the postman’s coming.