“Come out here, you old sinner, and let me lick you!” he roared as he almost lifted Dollie to the roadway beside him.
“Go on, driver!” yelled the lawyer, shrinking back in his seat.
“Not by a darn sight!” bawled Bert, making a dive into the carriage.
“Quick, Bert! Let him go,” cried Dollie in dismay. “Oh, stop quick! There’s a lot of people staring at us already.”
Bert dropped back to the street with a groan of rage. As the carriage rolled away he shook his fist at it vigorously.
“I’ll take this car, Bert, and go right home,” said Dollie, penitently, as Bert was looking about wondering what to do with her.
“All right, if you will,” said Bert, very coolly, “my horse won’t lead very well in the street. I’ll be up this evening to see you, Dollie.”
“Oh, Bert, I am so ashamed,” said Dollie as he signaled a car. “You won’t tell Marion or Ralph or Miss Allyn, will you?”
“Not a word,” said Bert with a little grin. “But I’ll punch that old duffer yet—you see if I don’t! The idea of his making love to my future sister!”