“And I thought you went to inquire whether they had arrested that boy?”
“Oh! didn’t I tell you?” said Helen. “They didn’t get him. Neither here nor at Norfolk. I asked the man on the dock. Then this nice, old colored man in such a funny livery, asked me to ride with him. He’s been driving white folks around here, he says, ever since the war.”
“What war? The War with Spain?” asked Ruth, tartly. “I begin to believe that there must be some sign on you, my dear, which tells these fellows that you have money and can be easily parted from it.”
“Now, Ruthie——”
“That is true. Well! we’ll get our hats——”
“Don’t need anything of the kind. Or wraps, either. It’s lovely out.”
“What do you mean, Ruthie? My hack driver?” giggled Helen.
“Nonsense, you naughty child! That thunder storm.”
“The driver says it won’t come over here. Let’s go.”