“Women talk,” she reminded him, glancing about her.
“O.K.,” he grinned. “How are you? Solved your mystery yet?”
“Oh no. I’ve had my own watch and five dollars stolen—that’s all!”
“And you call this a good time! Well, Mary Lou, you certainly can take it.... But haven’t you had enough, little girl? Please come home with me!”
Mary Louise’s eyes flashed in anger.
“Is that what you came here for, Max Miller?” she demanded.
“No—oh, no! I didn’t expect you’d come home. I just wanted to see you, so I drove down. Started early this morning. Now let’s go places and do things!”
“Where? You can’t do much in Philadelphia on Sunday.”
“Anywhere. We can take a drive and have our supper at some nice place away from this henhouse.”
“Now, Max——”