"There might be. How would it do for me to tell the Dragon that you belong to me and that you are to be free to go and come as you please or to use the telephone whenever you like?"
"Oh, don't!" A note of fear was in her voice.
"You had better lock your door at night, then. There is a key?"
"Yes, but it is subject to rules."
"Ignore rules and lock the door! Dragons are not to be trusted. And remember, if there should be any trouble whatever, call me at once,—in some way,—and I will drop everything and come."
"Thank you! You are so good!"
He laughed softly. "Good to myself!"
They sped along Edgewood Avenue, and the car stopped in the shadow of a great maple. Miss Sterling threw off her borrowed wrap.
He stepped to the ground and put out his arms. What could she do but walk into them!
"I will go in with you," he said, as he set her gently down.