"Do you mean I ought to take him to-night?"
"Of course I mean it."
"Will I see you again this evening?"
"No, but you can write and tell me the result. Same address. The provisions for your excursion will be sent to the Albany by special messenger within the hour. And, oh, Bobby!"
"Yes."
"Do be artful. Say you are taking him out to dinner at a country house. Once he's in the car——"
"Once he's in the car," said Bobby, "he'll stick in it, or I'll smash him up. Oh, leave him to me. But I can never thank you enough. What makes you so awfully clever?"
"He squeezed my foot," said Miss Hitchen.