"That's a good idea, Dolly. I do think it may work."
So, in the shadow of the trees they changed dresses, and then, while Bessie advanced toward the track cautiously and as quietly as possible, with her training in the woods, Dolly went back, and appeared presently walking carelessly along toward the trolley station.
Jake looked at her suspiciously, and she smiled at him.
"Oh, hello!" she said, cheerily. "You waiting for a car, too? How soon does the next one come along?"
"About two minutes," said Jake. He was eyeing her clothes, and evidently suspected nothing after that scrutiny.
"That's good! I was afraid I'd miss that car. Oh, you're not going, are you? That's your bicycle, isn't it?"
"Naw, I'm not goin'—got to stay here. Say, why don't you wait here and talk to a feller?"
"I might," smiled Dolly. The car was really coming—it rounded a curve just then, and came in, slowing up. Dolly saw Bessie get aboard, but Jake was looking at her. "No, I guess I can't," she said then. And she sprang aboard, just as the car moved off.