"Seems to me you took a queer time to race," remarked the lad with a sly wink at Isabel. "Who won out?"
"Oh, Cora, of course," answered Isabel. "She won—in and out."
"Oh, I don't know," spoke Jack's sister. "You didn't do half badly,
Belle."
"Oh, I was laughing so I couldn't run."
"Cora said you were coming for her," put in Bess with a smile.
Jack seemed disappointed that the subject was mentioned.
"Yes," he said. "She was very particular to specify the time. It's nine-thirty now, but I'm in no hurry," and he looked about for a chair.
"But I am," insisted Cora.
"Well, then," added Jack a bit stiffly, "if you're ready, suppose we run along. Or, have you had enough running for this evening?"
"Plenty. But I really must go, girls. Be sure and be ready in the morning for—well, you know what," and she finished with a laugh. "We want the Chelton folks—"