"Just as I always have done. I shall have no trouble
unless I get soft, living at the Johnstown Lunch! Then I may have to
waste time till I get fit again. Have you ever lived on the trail,
excepting on your trip to the Grand Canyon, Mr. Secretary?"
"Yes, in Canada and Maine, while I was in college. I used to tutor
rich boys, and they had glorious summers, lucky kids! But since
getting into national politics, I've had no time for real play."
"Some day," said Diana, "you ought to get up an outfit and go down the
Colorado from the Green River to the Needles. That's a real adventure!
Only a few men have done it since the Powell expeditions."
Enoch's eyes brightened. "I know! Some day, perhaps I shall, if Jonas
will let me! How long do you suppose such a trip would take?"
Diana plunged into a description of a recent expedition down the
canyons of the Colorado, and she managed to keep the remainder of the
luncheon conversation on this topic. But as far as Enoch was
concerned, Diana's effort was merely a conversational detour. The
luncheon finished and the Gulf of California safely reached, he said as
he handed Diana into the carriage:
"I've never had a friendship with a woman before," he said. "What do I
do next?"
Diana sighed, while her lips curled at the corners.
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