“I wish I could,” she said forlornly. “We won’t talk about it any more. Play I am pink perfect until we get to this ‘first lady of the land’ up at Top Hill. Oh, but motoring in the dawn is shivery! I loathe early morning when you get up to it. If you stay up for it, it’s different.”
He looked down at her quickly.
In the crisp morning air, her little figure was shaking as if with a chill. Her face was very white, and there was a bluish look about her mouth.
He stopped the car suddenly.
She smiled faintly at his look of concern.
“I’m all right,” she said reassuringly, a spark of raillery again showing in her eyes before they closed, and she fell limply against him.
When she had recovered the consciousness she had lost but momentarily, he was vigorously rubbing her hands.
“How warm and strong your hands feel,” she said with a little sigh of content. “I never did anything so out of date before. I couldn’t help it.”
“You are nearly frozen,” he said brusquely. “Why don’t you wear more clothes?”
“I am wearing all I have,” she said plaintively, with an attempt at a giggle.