"I beg your pardon?" Her face was very pale, and she started as if from deep thought as she spoke.
"You could all come down here to sleep," Cherry said, "and have breakfast here!"
"I have to go into town rather early tomorrow," Peter remarked. "Porter's giving a breakfast at the Bohemian Club."
"Why not walk up to the cabin?" Cherry suggested in a shaking voice.
"I have to take the car up. You three walk! Come on, anybody who wants to ride!" Alix said.
"They can walk," Martin said, getting into the front seat. "Me for the little old bus!"
Cherry came out of the house with her hat on, and Buck leaped before her into the back seat. Alix watched her as she stepped up on the running board, and saw the colour flicker in her beautiful face.
"I thought you were going to walk?" Peter said, nervously. He had sauntered up to them with an air of indifference.
"Shall I?" faltered Cherry. She looked at Alix, who had not yet climbed into the car and was pulling on her driving gloves. Alix, toward whose face the dog was making eager springs, did not appear interested, so Cherry turned to Martin. "Walk with us, Mart?" she said.
"Nix," Martin said, comfortably, not stirring.