“Vincent S. Cryton, Jr.”
Alice’s theory was abruptly smashed to pieces! Still the young men made no movement to go. “Flos, you are worn-out!” exclaimed Daisy, with concern. “Let’s allow Mr. McDaniel and Mr. Cryton to finish, since they insist. After all, I don’t care so awfully much about owning a car. It would be a dreadful nuisance, with its punctures and things—” Mr. McDaniel made a motion to comply with the request and threw off his coat. Florence looked up, her face flushed with the effort, and caught sight of another machine with two more young men slowly approaching. But a sudden resolution took possession of her, and her eyes flashed defiantly.
“No! I am getting it now,” she replied. “And—I don’t want to seem rude, but I’d really rather that you people would go on. We’ll work faster—”
“Oh, certainly!” agreed Cryton, humbly. “We don’t want to intrude—”
“And we thank you just the same,” added Daisy.
“You’re sure that we can’t help?” asked McDaniel, for the last time, as he went towards his own car. Then, remembering that he still had not learned the girl’s names, he turned about abruptly and asked them.
“Florence Evans and Daisy Gravers,” replied the latter, immediately. “We haven’t our cards—”
“Oh, we won’t forget them!” returned McDaniel, as he started the engine. “Goodbye—till we see you again!”
“Goodbye!” called both girls together.
As soon as the machine was out of hearing distance, the girls began to discuss the visit, and to laugh over Alice’s mistake.