“Won’t you have some of our sandwiches?” asked Mollie, impulsive as usual. “We have more than we can eat,” for they had brought along a most substantial lunch. Mollie looked at Betty and Aunt Kate. They registered no objections.
“You are very good,” protested Mr. Kennedy, “but really we don’t want to deprive you——”
“It will be no deprivation,” said Betty. “We will be glad not to have them wasted——”
“Oh, then by all means let us be—the wastebaskets!” exclaimed Mr. Stone, laughing.
“Oh, I didn’t mean just that,” and Betty blushed.
“I understand,” he replied, and Aunt Kate passed over a plate of chicken sandwiches. Under cover of opening another bottle of olives, Mollie whispered to Grace:
“Ask him some questions—start on motoring—ask if they ever motored near Deepdale.”
“I will,” whispered Grace, and, as the two young men ate, she led the topic of talk to automobiles.
“Do you motor?” she asked, looking directly at Mr. Stone. She was certain now that at least he had been in the car that caused Prince to run away.
“Oh, yes, often,” he answered. “Do you?”