“I told you—a Greek goddess, mount——”
“That’s my sister Janet,” interrupted Douglas.
Donald’s mouth opened. He stared at his friend. “Your what?” he exploded.
“Oh, I forgot! Poor fellow!” said Douglas, solicitously, as his face assumed a mournful expression. “I’ll certainly have to pull my punches hereafter.” He leaned toward Donald and placed his lips close to his ear. “S-i-s-t-e-r,” he spelled slowly. “Does the old bean grasp it?”
“Cut the comedy,” growled Donald as he jerked Douglas to the side of the road out of sight of the equestrienne. “Good heavens! Your sister!” he groaned, “and she thinks I am a masher.”
“Why should she think that of you?”
Donald told him of yesterday’s occurrence.
“This is great!” chuckled Douglas. “Come and meet my sister, Donald. I’ll tell her that you can’t help flirting, and that will fix things up all right. I’ll call her.” He grinned facetiously.
“Don’t you dare! You——” Donald warned.
Douglas avoided Donald’s wild clutch, ran to the centre of the road and waved his arm.