"Really, you know, Sylvia," she said, "I think it would be rather fun to go. But I'm shocked at myself for suddenly breaking my rules like this. I wonder why I am breaking them. It must be the spring."
"The what?" repeated Sylvia.
"The spring," said Dorothy, hoping she did not look as affected as she felt.
"If you had said the springs," said Sylvia, "I would have agreed with you."
The owner of the car was the spoiled son of a rich lace manufacturer, and, according to the stage-door keeper, famous in Nottingham for his entertainment of actresses. What seemed more important to Dorothy was that he had just arrived from Cambridge for the Easter vacation, which decided her to accept his hospitality.
"You'll bring two friends?" suggested the young man.
"I'll bring the two girls with whom I share rooms."
"Topping!" he ejaculated, and with a sympathetic tootle of satisfaction the champing car leaped forward into the night.
"You can't come to-morrow?" gasped Dorothy, when with much graciousness she had advised Lily of the treat in store for her.
"No; I've promised to go with Tom to Sherwood Forest."