She was tired of being “good” and “behaving properly”! She might as well have been born Sarah Blake and done with it.
“Isn’t there anything new to do?” She turned imploring eyes to Alec. “Something exciting and out of the everlasting old rut!”
“What’s the use of asking him?” Boyd said. “He’s already made two suggestions.”
For a moment, Alec said nothing; then he got up. “May I have ten minutes—to make quite sure it is feasible in?”
Blue Bonnet’s face brightened. “Will it happen in ten minutes?”
“Happen, if it happens at all, it won’t happen until this afternoon. Come along, Boyd—there’ll be work enough for two.”
Blue Bonnet slipped from the porch railing to her feet. “Did you bring that horrid word in on purpose? And, Alec, you know, I can’t really ‘chuck’ the club—wouldn’t Aunt Lucinda love that word! It wouldn’t do.”
“Who wants you to?”
“Will the club be in it?”
“If I have to use a club to get them there!”