She looked helplessly at Lynn.
But Lynn’s sensitive little face was scarlet; she had called this bicycle lady “a funny fat woman,” and here she was a friend of this very nice man’s.
She did not know whether to gasp out an apology or remain silent. The latter course commended itself, however, to her, as it ever does to children.
“You don’t mean to say you have given a grocery order without consulting me, Hugh?” insisted the lady.
“Just a little one to see us over to-day,” said Hugh. “Half a dozen ox-tongues, half a dozen bars of soap—I forget the rest. I thought they would come in useful.”
“Why, man,” cried Kate, “the kitchen is full of packing-cases of groceries that I brought from town. You don’t imagine I [p71] was going to let you run the risk of inferior things from a country store!”
“It is prime middle cut, I assure you,” said Hugh seriously.
“I am going up to cancel your ridiculous order,” said Kate determinedly, preparing to mount. “I shall explain to the storekeeper that you are not responsible for your actions.”
“You are going home to fry my bacon,” said Hugh, as he whirled her bicycle round; “if you don’t I swear I’ll sit down here and eat it raw.”
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