"Did I hear you say 'CAN'T'?" she asked coldly. "Well, I'm not going with him—he won't let me. He's going alone. I'll meet him there."
Gray made a helpless gesture.
"Well, I'll try to get the fellows to let him alone—on your account."
"Don't bother—he can take care of himself."
"Why, Marjorie!"
The girl's coldness was turning to fire.
"Why don't you take Mavis?"
Gray started an impatient refusal, and stopped—Mavis was passing in the grass on the other side of the road, and her face was flaming violently.
"She heard you," said Gray in a low voice.
The heel of one of Marjorie's little boots came sharply down on the gravelled road.