“Well, I ain't exactly one o' the high-flyers now am I?”
“I'm glad you're not.”
“Sure enough?”
“Yes.”
“Then it's me for you, Kiddo, for this world and the next.”
The car swung suddenly to the curb and Mary lifted her eyes with a start to find herself in front of her home.
Jim sprang to the ground and lifted her out.
“Keep this coat,” he whispered. “We'll need it tomorrow. What time is your school out?”
“At three o'clock.”
“I can come at four?”