“Go to him unexpectedly, Miss Penny Ante. A man off guard, you know. Come back to Top Hill with me.”
“No; I am going to wait here until Larry comes back. I must.”
“Who is he, and what is he to you?” asked Jo resentfully and suspiciously.
“So you see, Jo,” she said, when she had finished a brief account of Larry’s entrance into her life, “I can’t go back with you. Don’t tell anyone but Marta where you found me. Ask her to forgive me for being so stupid about the ring. I’ll walk down to your car with you.”
They walked slowly without speaking until they came to the inn. She looked at the car wistfully.
“I haven’t been in this poor, little old car since that first ride to Top Hill,” she said reminiscently.
He made no reply, but got into the car and put his hand on the wheel.
“Jo!”
“Well,” he answered in the tone of one balked in his intentions.
“He’ll get over it.”