“But you have surely more important work to do? You couldn’t spare time to teach me?” he suggested.
“I think I might work it in,” she said reflectively. “I’d take you about with me and show you things—real things, you know. What’s chiefly wrong with you is that you’ve spent all your time over your old books.”
“You suggest that I ought to study life in—in action?” Henry Wolverton inquired.
“Rather,” Susan agreed. “You ought to come to one of our meetings.”
She stopped abruptly, and her hand went up to her mouth with a gesture of dismay.
“Oh! Great Scott!” she ejaculated; “that reminds me, I was going on to another frightfully important meeting when those hooligans started chasing me; and that and our talk put it right out of my head.”
“At what time was this important meeting to be held?” Henry Wolverton asked, looking at his watch.
“One o’clock,” she told him.
“You still have ten minutes,” he said.
Susan shuddered. “I daren’t go out again alone,” she confessed. “I simply daren’t. I’d—I’d sooner stay here all night with you.”