Mary tried to wither him with a look.
"I believe you don't care," she said, stormily.
"Oh, yes, I do. But I'm all over the rage part of it. What's the use?"
"Well, think of something, then."
"I don't think it even requires thinking. What is there to do but sit here and wait?"
Mary gritted her teeth.
"That may be all right for you," she said, coldly. "But it seems absolutely futile to me. We don't know whether they'll ever come back."
"Oh, they're bound to."
"They're not, anything of the kind! He's done it deliberately; I'm sure of it. I wish I had him here for about two minutes."
"I wish you had," said Pete, earnestly. "I'd pay for a grand stand seat."