“I guess I'd better not sell you those, anyway,” she said with decision. “Uncle Zoeth said they weren't fresh. I'll open the case in the back room.”
Edna stamped her foot.
“We can't wait for that,” she declared. “We must go without them, I suppose. Oh, dear! And they depended on us to get them. It's so provoking. Now we can't have any toast at all and it would have been such fun.”
Mary-'Gusta glanced once more at the occupant of the keg.
“I was thinking,” she said, slowly, “that you needn't both wait unless you wanted to. Perhaps Miss Keith might go on and tell the others and—er—Mr. Smith could stay here until I opened the box. Then he could meet you at the boat.”
Edna hesitated. “Shall I, Crawford?” she asked.
Her companion did not hesitate. “I think perhaps you'd better, Edna,” he said. “I—I guess I won't be long.”
Miss Keith hurried out. Mary-'Gusta turned her attention to the remaining visitor.
“You can get up now,” she said. “Some of it will tear off, anyway, and if you hurry you will have time to run home and change your—your clothes.”
Crawford was evidently much surprised, also his embarrassment was not lessened; but he rose.