Royden laughed.
“I think that is wishful thinking. But, if we tell each other Fairy stories, I now predict that you will find the perfect man who loves you from the moment he sets eyes on you and you will marry each other and be very very happy.”
“That is exactly what I want,” Malva said. “Who knows we may both of us find what we are seeking while we are travelling under such pretence and I will dance at your wedding with the greatest delight.”
“And I will give you a present you have always wanted, but which you had always found too expensive to buy,” Royden boasted.
Then they were both laughing because it sounded so absurd.
Then he said,
“I think the sooner we set off on our secret journey, the better. At the same time we must make a date when we will break it to our fathers that we
