She crossed the road and stood behind a big tree. The purr of the motor was growing louder and louder, filling the whole earth. Her heart beat fast, she kept her eyes upon the road, excited, but not sure what she meant to do.
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?”