“Oh, I say, honest? Oh, but you’re the right kind of a sister! I’ll never forget that as long as I live. You do look so nice on your wheel. You sit so straight and—”
I saw a milkman coming. We three were the only objects in sight, yet I headed for him.
“Get out of my way,” I shrieked at him. “I’m a beginner. Turn off!”
He lashed his horse and cut down a side street.
“What a narrow escape,” I sighed. “How glad I am I happened to think of that.”
I looked up pleasantly at Ted. He was biting his lips and he looked raging.
“You are the most hopeless girl I ever saw!” he burst out. “I wish you didn’t own a wheel.”
“I don’t,” I said. “The wheel owns me.”
“You haven’t the manners of—”
“Stockings,” I said, looking straight ahead. “Silk stockings with polka dots embroidered on them, No. 10.”