She made a motion as though to alight from the moving auto, but Walter detained her.
“We’ll take it off when we get around the corner,” he promised.
“What does this mean?” demanded Belle, rather indignantly, of Norton.
“I guess they take this for a wedding procession,” he replied.
“And who are—”
She stopped suddenly.
“I see!” she exclaimed, as the meaning of the rice came to her. “Well, I don’t think this a bit nice. I’d rather have my sister back here with me,” she went on coldly. “Mrs. Fordam, is there anything on our car–any of those silly white satin ribbons, or—”
“Old shoes?” suggested Norton, rather abashed at the way his joke had been received.
The chaperone looked over the rear of the tonneau.
“There’s a strip of cloth on here, with some letters on it,” she answered, “but I can’t read it upside down without my glasses. Surely—”