“Why, that he is going to be married!”
“O-h!”
“And that means that mamma and I must get out!”
“No, it doesn’t!”
“Mamma says so.” David’s head came down with decision. “Mamma wouldn’t stay to be in the way, and, oh, dear! Now you see why we are so worried.”
“But how do you know he takes a lady to ride?”
“Because I’ve seen her.”
“Who is it?”
“I can’t tell—that’s the trouble. We have known he went out alone, but we didn’t think much about it till a week or so ago. I’d been up to Archie Howard’s, and was coming home through Oregon Avenue,—you know how shady it is up there,—and just along by the Woodruffs’ Uncle David whirled past me. I guess I was looking so hard to make sure it was he that I didn’t notice the lady much, but it wasn’t a man.”