Wiley glanced quickly at Willa, then turned to her cousin.
"I am going on also. Will you give me a lift? I really dropped in just to say 'How-do-you-do'."
"Good-night, Mr. Wiley." Willa held out her hand to him.
"Good-night. Remember my prediction." His eyes rested upon her daringly, their ardor for a fleeting instant unmasked as the other girl turned away. "I am willing to stake my life that it will come true."
She smiled, adopting his own light bantering tone.
"Is it worth so high a stake? Good-night, Angie."
Without waiting for a reply, she bowed, and, turning, left them together.