"I s'pose we could walk."
"Walk!" Conny exhibited her flapping sole. "You don't expect me to walk three miles in that shoe?"
"Very well," said Patty. "What shall we do?"
"We might go back to the photographer's and borrow some car-fare."
"No! I'm not going to parade myself the length of Main Street again with that hole in my stocking."
"Very well," Conny shrugged. "Think of something."
"I suppose we could go to the livery stable and—"
"It's on the other side of town—I can't flap all that distance. Every time I take a step, I have to lift my foot ten inches high."
"Very well." It was Patty's turn to shrug. "Perhaps you can think of something better?"
"I think the simplest way would be to take a car, and ask the conductor to charge it to us."