CHAPTER XX
STARS
At lunch one warm Wednesday, Don suggested to Miss Winthrop that after the close of business they take a car for the beach instead of going to their respective homes.
“We can go down there, have our supper, and then get out of the crowd and smell the ocean awhile,” he said.
He had a knack for putting in a most reasonable light anything he wished to do. It was a feature of his selling gift, and she recognized it as such.
“What do you say?” he pressed her.
She blushed at her own hesitancy.
“Oh, I’ll go,” she answered.
The incident remained uppermost in her thoughts all the rest of the afternoon. If she had known about this excursion the day before, she would have put on a different shirt-waist. She had a new silk waist which was very pretty and which she had meant to wear next Sunday.