At the garage they did not stop. The Watermelon heard the general panting behind in the distance, but he did not pause. Ungratefully he led the way down a narrow path around the stable, into the deep, cool shade of the woods. It was two. He would give himself until the clock struck three, before he slunk away into the unknown again.
CHAPTER VI
WHAT IS HEAVEN LIKE
They found a little mossy knoll beside the brook and Billy made herself comfortable against a tree trunk, while the Watermelon sprawled at her feet.
"Say," said he, "what do those guys take me for? The editor of the 'Answer to correspondents' page?"
"I bet you know as much," said Billy with artless simplicity.
"Sure, I know as much," grinned the Watermelon. "But I'm not paid to tell what I know. It would be starvation rates for mine," he added.
Billy laughed. "Didn't you ever go to school?" she asked.
"Yes, I went to school, when father didn't forget."
"Didn't forget?"