“That makes me think of something. You promised to teach me how to drive, and if you remember, the last time I tried it was when we went to Trader’s Post. You know I am very anxious to learn.”
“Just as soon as we get home again I will promise to take you out and keep you at it until you do learn, and I will tell you truly that you did fine that day.”
“Yes, just about like you promised me those extra dances last night,” Josephine was pouting prettily now.
“You seemed to be enjoying yourself immensely with Bud last night, I thought,” he said surlily. It was a tender spot with him.
“And why not? He’s a splendid dancer.”
Her eyes were dancing with mischief as she fenced words with him like a skilful swordsman.
He flung his hands up in mock despair.
“A truce,” he cried gaily, “I solemnly swear to make you an expert driver the first time we go for an automobile ride. Now, does that suit you, my Princess?”
“Yes, and I will hold you to your promise, Sir Jack.”
“You see,” he continued, “in making you that promise I have secret designs on you.”