Book 2, Chapter 5

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​⁠We had a bridal sort of luncheon in the car, which was shunted off the highway into a green shadowed road abandoned to summer dreams. Mrs. James and I were like the flowers of the field, and had given no thought to food, or where or how we were to get it. We supposed vaguely that when we grew hungry we should stop at some inn and eat; but Sir Somerled had a surprise in the shape of an American inv