“What’s your awful hurry?” he queried, reproachfully. “You have an hour to catch the train, so why rush?”
Lucile opened her eyes wide in feigned astonishment.
“Why, I’m only following instructions,” she teased. “You told me to hurry, and so I’m trying to.”
“With great success,” he added, with a smile of understanding. “Just the same, you know I didn’t mean it that way. I had to see you and I needed some excuse. I won’t have a chance to see you for a long, long time, you know.”
Lucile looked up quickly, this time in real surprise.
“But I thought you were going back to New York to-day, anyway,” she said.
“So I am, but there isn’t the width of the Atlantic between New York and Burleigh,” he answered meaningly.
Just then Evelyn turned around and, making a megaphone of her hand, shouted, “Better hurry up; we’ll miss the train.”
“Plenty of time,” Jack threw back, pleasantly. “Got half an hour yet.”
“Aw, there’s something wrong with your watch,” Phil retorted. “Next time you buy an Ingersoll, see that you get your money’s worth.”