"I don't care for any tea, thank you," said Stephanie.—"I'm going to town in a moment."
"I'll ride with you, if you wait a few minutes until I telephone," offered Gladys. "I may be able to hasten it if I call up at once. Excuse me a moment!" and she hurried into the house.
Pendleton repressed a smile and bowed.
"Won't you sit down, Mrs. Lorraine?" he suggested.
She shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly, and took the chair he offered her.
"This is an awkward situation, Mr. Pendleton," she observed, "but it will last but a moment—and if you will bear with me, I'll see that it doesn't happen again."
"Suppose I want it to happen again—many times," he said, leaning forward.
Another shrug of the shapely shoulders.
"You're asking me to believe impossibilities," she returned.
"I'll make them very real, if you will promise to try to believe them."