"Yes, yes, indeed," Elizabeth said, untruthfully.
"Will you take Miss Peggy and go back to the drug store where you had your ice-cream, and buy a five-pound box of the very best chocolates they have? If they haven't a five-pound box, get five one-pound boxes. Just use your own judgment about it."
"I will," said Elizabeth, "of course, Peggy might not want to go. She—I—we don't care very much about chocolates."
"But Ruth does," said Mr. Chambers, decisively. "I should very much appreciate it, and we'll come along and pick you up presently. You might like some more ice-cream." He slipped a five-dollar bill into her hand.
"He asked me if I would do him a great favour," Elizabeth explained to the protesting Peggy, as they turned toward the quaint street on which the little shops were set, "and I couldn't say no, could I? I couldn't say, 'Thank you for your lovely ride, but I don't feel obliging.'"
"I just wish he'd asked me. I would have said 'No!' right out. Sister has been giving me fits because you told her that I called him Piggy."
Elizabeth's eyes filled.
"I'm not blaming you. I know you didn't spill the beans on purpose. I just wanted to know how it happened."
"I just called him that. That's all," Elizabeth said, miserably.
"Well, don't you care, darling," Peggy advised. "Ruth was only upset about something else, and wanted to take it out on me. It will serve her right if Mr. Hoggy Chambers proposes while we're gone. I promised her I wouldn't call him Piggy any more."