“Come on!” he shouted. “Come on! We'll miss the train. Ten to one we've missed it, anyhow.”
“Oh, DO hurry, John!” cried Serena, anxiously. “You WILL miss it. You MUST go!”
And Mr. Doane went. The cab rattled away up the street, the old horse galloping, the driver shouting, and the whip cracking. Daniel drew a long breath.
“Well!” he said slowly, “he's gone. Yes, sir, he's gone, ain't he.”
Serena turned on him.
“Yes, he's gone,” she observed sarcastically, “but he isn't going very fast. Why in the world didn't you order an electric cab instead of that Noah's Ark? Half the neighbors have been waked up and they'll see it. How many times must I tell you? You NEVER learn!”
“Well, now, Serena—”
“Don't talk to me! Don't! My nerves are all of a twitter. I—I—oh, do let me go to bed! Gertie—why, Gertie, where are you going?”
Gertrude was on her way to the stairs. She did not appear to hear her mother's question.
“Gertie!” cried Serena again.