But Fenger was serious. “We'll have to have a meeting on this. Are you prepared to go into detail on it, before Mr. Haynes and the two Coopers, at a real meeting in a real mahogany directors' room? Wednesday, say?”
“I think so.”
Fenger got up. “Look here, Miss Brandeis. You need a day in the country. Why don't you run up to your home town over Sunday? Wisconsin, wasn't it?”
“Oh, no! No. I mean yes it was Wisconsin, but no I don't want to go.”
“Then let me send you my car.”
“Car! No, thanks. That's not my idea of the country.”
“It was just a suggestion. What do you call going to the country, then?”
“Tramping all day, and getting lost, if possible. Lying down under a tree for hours, and letting the ants amble over you. Dreaming. And coming back tired, hungry, dusty, and refreshed.”
“It sounds awfully uncomfortable. But I wish you'd try it, this week.”
“Do I look such a wreck?” Fanny demanded, rather pettishly.