It was a taxi. She sprang out into the road and waved her arms.
“Taxi!” she shouted joyously.
The car stopped with a jolt, and the driver jumped out.
“Now, then! What’s up?” he demanded suspiciously. From a safe distance, the light of an electric torch was flashed in her face. “Well, I’ll be gosh-darned!” said he. “Ain’t you the boarder up to Mrs. Royce’s?”
“Yes! I am! I am!” cried Lexy, overwhelmed with delight. “Can you take me there?”
“I can,” he replied; “but what on earth are you doing out here?”
“I got lost,” said Lexy. “Where is this, anyhow?”
“Wyngate station,” said he. “I’ll be gosh-darned! I never! Lost?”
“Yes,” said Lexy. “Aren’t you the driver who took me up the day I came here?”
“That’s me—only taxi in Wyngate. Took you out to the Queltons’, too. Hop in, miss!”