“No, angel child, there’s nothing doing without some lead. After this, always bring some lead in your pocket.”
“But I haven’t any pocket.”
“Ah, that explains the absence of the lead! If you had had a pocket, of course you would have brought some lead. You’re excused.”
“Well, next time I’ll bring lead with me, you may be sure of that.”
“I hope you will, fair lady, and may I be here to use it! Now, shall we start for our moonlight stroll?”
“Wait a minute; I have a idea!”
“Something tells me your idea is a good one!”
“I don’t know whether it is or not. I’m afraid it isn’t. And I’m afraid to tell you what it is, for fear you’ll laugh at me.”
“I laugh? I, a man in charge of a broken-down motor, and a fair young girl with French heels, and midnight drawing nearer and nearer! I laugh! Nay, nay, I’m in no laughing mood!”
“Well, if you’ll promise not to laugh, I’ll tell you,—or, rather, I’ll show you.”