“Eight or nine in the morning, if possible. It is better to get over a good piece in the cool of the day. Something more than a hundred miles, and we don’t want to take it too fast.”
“It will be a lovely drive, along by the Connecticut.”
He nodded. Things were going happily. “What other girl shall we invite? The car will hold one more.”
“Have you thought of anybody?”
“Kate spoke of Grace Comstock and Lilith Brooks and Claire House. She didn’t seem to have any preference.”
“And you have none yourself?” queried Polly.
A dull red crept into his cheeks; but instantly it was not there.
“Anybody that pleases you,” he answered.
Polly hesitated—what made John blush? Had he a choice which he did not wish to make known? Then she said, “Suppose you invite Lilith. She has always liked Sally, and she is a good traveling companion.”
“I will ask her to-night and tell her you are going.”