"Yes'm; but when I got up to the Three Roads, Mr. Titcomb came along, an' said I'd better go back,—it was so hot."
"Did you go back?"
"Yes."
There was another silence, which Miss Carew again broke.
"What kind of a velocipede is yours?" she asked.
"A wooden one," I assured her.
Then it struck me that the conversation was becoming a trifle inane, and I tried to make things more interesting.
"My velocipede is out in front of the house now,—you can come out and see it, if you want to."
But Miss Carew thought she would defer that pleasure till another time.