He flushed with annoyance. He was not accustomed to being baffled in this way by any girl, but he had sense enough to know that only by patience and humility could he win any notice from her.
“Oh, I shall want to linger a bit and let this doctor finish up this ankle of mine. It isn't fair to go away to another doctor before I'm on my feet again.”
He thought she looked annoyed, but she did not answer.
“Did you ever ride in a racer?” he asked suddenly, “I'll teach you to drive. Would you like that?”
“Thank you,” she said pleasantly, “but that wouldn't be necessary, I know how to drive.”
He almost thought there was a twinkle of mischief in her eye:
“You know how to drive! But you haven't a car? Oh, I suppose that young Carter taught you to drive his,” he said with chagrin. He was growing angry. He began to suspect her of playing with him. After all, even if she was engaged to that chap, he had gone off with Opal quite willingly it would appear. Why should he and she not have a little fling?
“No,” said Marilyn, “Mr. Carter did not have a car until he went away from Sabbath Valley. I learned while I was in college.”
“Oh, you've been to college!” the young man sat up with interest, “I thought there was something too sophisticated about you to have come out of a place like this. You had a car while you were in college I suppose.”.
Lynn's eyes were dancing: