Undoubtedly, Ronald would have pressed his unwelcome attentions, but just at that instant an automobile drove up to the gate.
“Oh, well, we’ll save it until the next time,” he said with a shrug.
Chuckling gleefully to himself, he went on up the path toward the house.
“Oh, how I hate that man!” Doris muttered in an undertone to her chum. “I wanted to slap his face!”
“I wish you had!”
They said no more, for turning toward the gate they saw that Dave had arrived. Eagerly he sprang from the taxicab and came to meet them. Noticing Doris’s flushed and angry face he asked what was the matter.
“Oh, it was that horrid cousin of mine,” she told him. “He tried to get fresh.”
“He did?” Dave demanded sharply. “Say, I’ll just go after him and tell him a thing or two!”
Doris placed a restraining hand on his sleeve.
“No, you mustn’t do that. Iris and Azalea would never forgive us for creating a scene. I don’t doubt but that it’s just his way.”