"Of course!" interrupted Cora quickly, and Walter, hearing his name spoken, came hurrying up, from where he had stood joking and talking with the Robinson twins at their car.
"On the job, Jack, old man!" he exclaimed. "Want me to hold your hand some more?"
"Wrenched my side a little at football," Jack explained to his sister. "It sort of eases it to lean against some one. The porter wanted to get me a pillow, but I'm not an old lady yet—not with Wally around."
"Harry, think you'll be safe with two of them?" asked Walter, as he nodded at Bess and Belle.
"Oh, sure," he answered with a laugh. "If they promise not to rock the boat."
"Perhaps he thinks we can't drive?" suggested Belle, mockingly.
"Far be it from me to so assume!" said Harry, bowing with his hand on his right side, and then quickly transferring it, after the manner of some stage comedian. "I'd go anywhere with you!" he affirmed.
"Don't be rash!" called Jack, who had taken his place in the tonneau of Cora's car. "Come on, Walter. Leave him to his own destruction. But, I say, Cora, what's this about some new girl? Has a pretty arrival struck town? If there has, I'm glad I came home."
"It's just a poor Armenian lace peddler, who fainted from lack of food as she was talking to mother," Cora explained.
"She isn't Armenian—she's Spanish, I'm sure of it," declared Belle, for the cars had not yet started.