"It's quite a ways off," she said.
"Not very far—with a machine." His tone was aggressive and a little masterful. It seemed to pick her up and whirl her away through distance. Aunt Jane's face was meek.
"I'm glad you've got along so fast," she replied.
He regarded her suspiciously.
"And having your own car so—you won't mind the trip——"
"I'm not going!" said Medfield. He was chuckling a little.
She turned a distressed face to him. "I don't see how we're going to manage—if you don't!"
"I am not in anybody's way," said Medfield.... "I'll be good!" He was watching her expressive face.
"Yes, you're good! You are always good!" Aunt Jane's diplomacy was at its best.
He laughed out.