"That's your man, looking this way? I like your sticking to him, Gerard. Here he comes. We're all fixed, then; get in."
Gerard got in, beside Flavia, who laughingly drew her velvet skirts to give him place.
"I think this bears a perilous resemblance to a kidnapping," she doubted. "Is it quite safe, I wonder? Shall you summon rescue when we reach a populated place?"
"If kidnapping means being taken against one's will, I haven't any case," he returned as seriously. "I don't believe I could be dislodged from here, now, if you tried."
"I had not contemplated the attempt—yet."
"Please do not! I look like a tramp, I know, but I will be exceedingly good."
"Not immoderately good; we are a frivolous family," she deprecated.
They looked at each other, and their eyes laughed together.
Radiant, Corrie was already behind the steering-wheel, an impatient hand poised to release the brake.