CHAPTER IX
SPOONY FEMME—-FLIRTATION WALK
"So this is Flirtation Walk?" asked Belle Meade.
The four young people—-Anstey was one of them—-had just turned into the famous path, which begins not far to the eastward of the hotel. It was between one and two o'clock on Sunday afternoon.
"This is Flirtation Walk," replied Mr. Anstey.
"But is one compelled to flirt, on this stroll?" asked Belle, with a comical pout.
"By no means," Anstey hastened to assure her. "Yet the surroundings often bring out all there may be of slumbering inclination to flirt."
"Where did the walk ever get such a name?" pursued Belle.
"Really, you have to see the first half of it before you can quite comprehend," the Virginian told her.
"I suppose you have been over this way times innumerable?" teased
Miss Meade.