"Why, no," Clancy assured him. "You see Dutchess County doesn't mean anything to me. Mrs. Carey said that you were going to Dutchess County, but that might as well have been Idaho for all it meant to me. Where is Mrs. Carey?" he asked.
"Oh, she's all right. Nev' min' about her." He swayed a trifle, and seized the edge of the sleigh for support. "Point is"—and he brought his face nearer to hers, staring at her with inflamed eyes—"what are you doin' up here if you didn't know I was here?"
"Visiting the Walbroughs," said Clancy. She pretended to ignore his tone.
"Huh! Tell me somethin' I don't know," said Carey. "Don't you suppose I know that? Ain't Sam and I been watchin' you tobogganing with that fat old Walbrough dame all afternoon?"
"Why didn't you join us?" asked Clancy.
"Join you? Join you?" Carey's eyes attempted cunning; they succeeded in crossing. "Thass just it! Didn't want to join you. Didn't want you to sus—suspect—" His hand shook the sleigh. "You come right now and tell me what you doin' here?"
"Why, I've told you!" said Clancy.
"Yes; you've told me," said Carey scornfully. "But that doesn't mean that I believe you. Where you going now?"
"To the railroad station," Clancy answered.
"What for?" demanded Carey.