“You speak as if we had already decided to make the trip,” remarked Ruth, with a bright glance at her sister.
“Why, yes, haven’t you?” Agnes countered. “I thought you and Mr. Howbridge had fixed it up between you when you were chatting up on the front seat of the auto.”
“He never said a word to me about it,” declared Ruth.
“He must have said something,” insisted her sister.
“Oh, of course we talked, but not about this,” and Ruth swept her hands about to indicate the Bluebird. “I was as much surprised as you to have him ask us if we would take her up to the lake.”
“Well, it will be delightful, don’t you think?”
“Yes, I think it will. But of course it depends on Mrs. MacCall.”
“I don’t see why!” exclaimed Agnes quickly and reproachfully.
“Of course you do. She’ll have to go along to act as chaperone and all that. We may have to tie up at night in lonely places along the canal or river and—”
“We’ll have Neale and Mr. Howbridge! And how about asking Luke Shepard and his sister Cecile?” went on Agnes.