 Mitchell must have sensed the sudden surge of bitter hate. Tell us, dear, what is it? One of your headaches? Nothing, Mitchell. Let's plow right ahead. Oh, you just wait here. When we leave the bank tomorrow evening and hop into our little car, two whole weeks in the Wisconsin woods alone together. Won't that be wonderful? Yes, Mitchell. Now, June 15th. Yes, yes, let's plow right ahead. Like obedient oxen. Now, June 15th.