"I'll take you home——"
"You'll take me to one of those all-nighters——"
"I shall not."
"Then ta! ta! I'll go home by myself. I've had too good a time tonight to bother with old fogies."
She started up the street and Clavering hesitated but a moment. Her home was on East Sixty-fifth Street. Heaven only knew what might happen to her. Moreover, although her mother was one of those women whose insatiable demand for admiration bored him, he had no more devoted friends than her father and her grandmother. Furthermore, his curiosity was roused. What had the little devil been up to?
He overtook the Oglethorpe flapper and seizing her hand drew it through his arm.
"I'll take you where you can get a sandwich," he said. "But I'll not take you to a restaurant. Too likely to meet newspaper men."
"Anything to drink?"
"Ice cream soda."
"Good Lord!"