“Where do you want to go, miss?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” said Lexy. “I suppose there’s a hotel, isn’t there?”
“I say!” exclaimed the stranger. “Just what I’d been asking him, you know! He says there’s no hotel, but a very decent boarding house.”
“Mis’ Royce’s,” added the driver. “She takes boarders.”
“All right!” said Lexy cheerfully. “Miss Royce’s it is!”
The stranger took her bag, and put it into the taxi. He would have assisted Lexy, but she was already inside; so he, too, got in. He closed the door, and off they went.
“I am sorry, you know,” he said, “shoving ahead like that; but I didn’t notice—”
“Well, please stop being sorry now,” requested Lexy firmly.
“Right-o!” said he. “You won’t mind my saying you’ve been wonderfully nice about it?”
“No, I don’t mind that a bit,” replied Lexy. “I like to be wonderfully nice.”