“In this pouring rain!” protested Silvia.
“We like the rain,” he replied, “and we––are not going far.”
Pythagoras entered the room just then 259 and looked astounded and disappointed when he saw Beth and Rob departing.
“We are going out to a small party,” Rob remarked to me, casually.
It was after eleven when we heard them returning.
“Do you suppose they have been walking all this time?” said Silvia in concern. “Beth wore no rubbers.”
The next day was Sunday and Huldah put into execution a plan for procuring one happy hour each week. This plan was the admission of the Polydores, en masse, to one of the Sunday schools. She chose the church most remote from home so they would be a long time going and coming, which she said would “help some.”
“Now,” said Beth, as she watched them march away, “I can dare to tell you where we spent last evening. We were at the Polydore house next door. There is a little 260 vine-screened porch on the other side of the house. Rob managed to open one of the windows and brought out a couple of chairs. It was as snug as could be.”
“I’ll corral them every night,” I said, “until you make your getaway, and I’ll give you the key so you can go inside when it is cool or stormy.”
“We’ll go around the block by way of precaution,” said Rob.