"You're not going to——?"
"We're going to the country club. Quick!"
"Suppose some one sees us?"
"There's nobody here that counts except Mr. Robert. We'll take a chance on him. If he says anything you tell him Mrs. Baxter left orders for you to bring back Miss Thompson's golf bag from the club. Get me?"
"Good work!" she nodded.
"Didn't think of that, did you, girlie?" He opened the polished door. "In you go—behind!"
Without further protest Hester seated herself on the comfortable leather cushions, and a moment later they were speeding down the drive.
"Oh! Stop at the lodge," she remembered. "I want to get my cloak."
Anton halted the car at the big gate and amused himself for a few moments making faces at An Petronia who was playing in the roadway. Then he asked her preposterous questions about her dollies. Could they swim? Did she let them go to moving picture shows? Were they allowed to smoke Turkish cigarettes? One of the chauffeur's favorite diversions was teasing An Petronia.
"Say, you took your time!" he remarked presently, when Hester reappeared arrayed in her familiar scarlet garment.