“Why, can you drive the car?” exclaimed Kate.
“Sure!” scorned the woman.
“I’m almost afraid to let you,” demurred Polly. “You’ve never been down alone—excepting once.”
“If I can’t manipulate that chariot, we’ll go deviltydamn together,” announced Benedicta.
Three minutes later Lilith was upstairs helping Polly dress for her ride.
Polly stopped suddenly, her frock half on—stopped with an air of finality.
“I’m not going! Will you take my place?”
“Why, of course not! What should I do with John Eustis on my hands for an hour?”
Polly laughed at Lilith’s look of despair. “Talk to him—just as I’d have to. And he doesn’t want me. You know he doesn’t—you saw that.”
“I didn’t see anything of the kind—when?” Lilith looked her astonishment.