“She can’t come now. She’s gone to her grandma’s to spend the afternoon.”
“Oh, dear! what a goose she is! Why couldn’t she tell me sooner what she wanted? Where is her grandmother’s?”
Betty was looking at her watch and getting back into the cart, and gathering up the lines, preparatory to going after the truant.
“It’s pretty late,” said Mrs. Hale, glancing at the clock. “She’ll have to come back here to dress, you know.”
“Never mind that!” said Betty, a little impatiently, for she was upset over it all. “Where is her grandmother’s?”
“Oh, out on the Pine Hill road. The third house after you pass the mill.”
Betty groaned, for the place designated was a good two miles away, and Dixie was somewhat tired. But she touched him gently with the whip, and said:
“Dear old Dixie, you’ll help me out, won’t you?” And then they went spinning away toward the Pine Hill road.
Susie, from the window, saw Betty coming, and went out to meet her.
She didn’t look very pleasant, but Betty had no time to waste in coaxing just then.