"What has Cousin Robert got to do with it?" I demanded.
Phil reflected. "Now I come to think of it, I don't know exactly. But he is so dependable; and there's so much of him."
"I hope there won't be too much," said I.
"I like tall men," remarked Phil, dreamily. Then she looked at her watch. "It's five minutes to four. He ought to be here soon."
"He'll come inside ten minutes," I prophesied.
But he came in three. I might have known he would be before his time, rather than after. And he arrived with a nice letter from his mother.
Neither Phyllis nor I had ever been in a motor-car until we got gingerly into that one. I had heard her say that she would never thus risk her life; but she made no mention of this resolution to Cousin Robert. If she had, it would have been useless; for without doubt she would in the end have had to go; and it saved time not to demur.