"Whatever are you talking about?" she asked, puzzled.
"Marty has been telling everybody the great and good news!" he said, staring at her. "Why! what makes you so solemn? Do you mean to say that you can't decide what kind of an auto to buy, and that is what has soured our Janice's usually sweet disposition?"
"Oh, Nelson!" gasped the girl, suddenly clinging to his arm, for she really felt a weakness in her knees.
"Hold on! hold on! bear up! What's the matter?"
"I forgot about poor Daddy's check. Of course—that's the way out."
"What's the way out?" he demanded.
"Haven't you heard about poor little Lottie?"
"What's happened to her?" he asked, anxiously.
She told him swiftly. Then stopped. He demanded:
"What's that got to do with the auto, Janice?"