[MINIMS]
[THE NIGHT OF THE FLEECE]
Wimley was the mildest man living. Consequently, when Molly said, in her most decisive tone, "Nonsense! I won't hear of your going back tonight, before you've even seen our new tennis-court," he realized that he would have to stay over the week-end.
Not that he didn't want to, in one way; for he liked Molly, and admired the way she bossed the servants and ran the house for her mother. Then, too, the weather, which seemed to be growing hotter every minute, would be far more endurable out here in Avondale Manor than in the city. What troubled him was the fact that he had not brought a handbag.
"I'll lend you some of Father's things," she went on. "It will be no bother at all."
When the evening drew to a close and bed-ward migration began, he was shown to the guest-room.