"Sam," she repeated apologetically.
Then I took the note out of my jacket pocket, and handed it to her. She thanked me, opened the envelope, and read the message. Then she said that it was "all right," and added that I was a good boy to bring the note.
Encouraged by this flattery, I backed to a bench on the other side of the summer-house, and sat down facing them. Miss Carew had seated herself again,—though at a somewhat greater distance from Mr. Dennett than before.
There was a slight pause.
Miss Carew asked me how I came,—had I walked all the way?
"No," I replied, "I rode my velocipede."
"Did you, really?" she said; "that's a long ride for you, isn't it?"
It interested me to hear Miss Carew talk,—she came from some part of the country where they have a greater respect for the letter R than was usual with us. But I denied that I was fatigued.
"No'm; it ain't far at all! Once," I continued, growing reminiscent, "I rode nearly up to Chain Bridge!"
"Is that so?"