“Why, I knew you wanted lead, and I knew tinfoil was lead. I was stupid not to think of it sooner.”
“You’re a marvel to think of it at all! It was wonderful!”
“Oh, not at all; that’s nothing to what I can do when I really try! Have some chocolate?”
Patty was in gay spirits now, for they were flying homeward through the moonlight, and she was spared the three-mile walk and her beloved car was safe in her own possession.
“Yes, I will have some chocolate, thank you. We may as well take all the goods the gods provide, while we can. I’m glad to get you home safely, but I can’t honestly say that I haven’t enjoyed this whole escapade. Can you?”
“No,” said Patty, looking at him with a demure smile, “not honestly, I can’t. But, all the same, I’m glad we could manage to ride home instead of walk.”
“Yes, so am I; and it’s astonishing how hungry I am! Can you spare a little more of that chocolate?”
“Yes, indeed;” and Patty broke off a generous bit; “but we’ll give you some supper at ‘The Pebbles.’ I fancy they’ll be rather glad to see us!”
“Yes,” said Philip, grinning; “and I rather fancy we’ll get a warm reception,—and I’m not sure but we deserve it!”