CHAPTER XI
THE RIDE HOME
Hickey brought the flivver round to the front door again. As Amy got in and saw Greg preparing to follow, she said with a great air of surprise:
"Oh, you're not coming."
"Why, of course I am," said Greg with a surprised air as good as hers. "Why not?"
"But it isn't in the least necessary. I came alone."
"I know. But I want to come."
"Oh, thank you, but I don't think you'd better."
"I'm coming," said Greg doggedly, and got in and closed the door.
She drew stiffly into her own corner, and stared out of the window. Greg not at all sure of his ground was nevertheless doggedly determined to see the thing through. His peace of mind demanded that he come to some kind of an understanding with her.