“It’s a dress-up party in honor of Dr. Paul and Jo Keyes, whose birthdays occur on the same day,” Mary Lee told him. “We are planning a celebration.”
“And we’re looking to you as an artist to help us fellows out,” Ran told him.
“All right. I’m your man. I have a few togs here, so you can take your pick. You are welcome to anything I have.”
“Oh, and——” Jack looked disappointed. “I wanted you to help me,” she whispered, going up to him.
“And I’ll be delighted to help you,” he returned. “Come over here and let’s talk it over.” He led her to one side and she made her request in low tones.
He nodded acquiescence. “Of course. I owe you much more than so small a favor in return for sitting so patiently for me.” So as usual Jack got out of her dilemma in the easiest way possible.
Presently the wagon came rattling up. ’Lish looked over the number doubtfully. “Ye ain’t all goin’ to ride, be ye?” he asked.
“It does make a pretty big load,” acknowledged Mary Lee, always concerned for the horses. “Suppose some of us walk over and ride back; the rest can ride over and walk back.”
“That’s the way to fix it,” said Hartley. “I’m agreeable either way.”
“Suppose we men all walk both ways and give the ladies the wagon,” proposed Ran.