“In a cab?”
She blushed and laughed. “Isn’t it about time?” said she, eyes full of that charming audacity of hers. “How well we understand each other! How congenial we are!”
“Wonderful, isn’t it?” cried he. “I hope there have been other cases like ours—lots of ’em. But I doubt it.”
She waited while he negotiated the return of the baggage to Deer Spring. When he rejoined her—or, rather, gave her his undivided attention, for he had not let her get so much as three feet away from him—she said: “Now I must telephone father.”
“Oh, why hurry about that?”
“I must tell him not to engage passage for next Wednesday,” explained she.
And they both burst out laughing.
THE END
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.