"My sisters who raised and educated me, who made me what I am!" he replied in a tone of admiration for this remarkable feat his sisters had wrought. "All I am I owe to them!"
"They are to be congratulated."
"Thank you, Miss Berkeley." Daniel bowed.
"You're welcome, Mr. Leitzel. Shall we go home now? I feel ill."
"Motor riding makes you ill?" inquired Daniel solicitously.
"Under some circumstances. To-day it does."
Daniel at once gave the order to the chauffeur to return to Berkeley Hill.
Harriet, on the front seat, wondered, as she stared thoughtfully at the long, straight road ahead of her, whether "the game was up."
"I'm afraid he's more of a dose than Margaret can swallow!" she thought anxiously.
When they reached home, however, she invited Mr. Leitzel to stop and dine with them. Margaret looked at her reproachfully as he eagerly accepted the invitation. It was two long hours before dinner time.