In the meantime, Anne had noted to her disgust that two men in white duck trousers and straw yachting caps were trying to catch their attention. It was not to be wondered at, for despite the broad-brimmed hats tilted well over their foreheads and hair in studied disarray, by way of disguise, no more dashing pair had ever patronized Newport's sightseeing system. Of course this aspect of their adventure had not occurred to Anne and she was about to pull Sara's skirt and suggest that they abandon the trip forthwith, when that young woman glancing about for fresh material, suddenly turned pale.
"Anne!" she whispered. "For heaven's sake! There 's my cook at the other end of that back seat—the fat, red-headed man. What shall I do?"
Anne, without replying, touched the driver and handed him a two-dollar bill.
"Keep that," she said, "and please let us out at once."
And so, just a bit panic-stricken, but with ardor undimmed, the two awaited the motor car.
"We might have known!" observed Sara. "Do you suppose he recognized me?"
Anne was laughing.
"How in the world could he help it?"
"Of course," said Sara, her face lighting with the humor of the incident. "I shan't care at all, provided he does n't give me notice."
They were quite ready for Armitage when he came up in the car.