"How did you guess that?"
"I knew."
"When?"
"When you explained them and began with the old lady. But the old lady will, no doubt, have her turn next, and to the next girl you'll explain them, beginning with the girl."
Bobby felt very hot and uncomfortable.
"Now you're angry with me," said he.
"Not a bit."
"Well, let's be friends."
"Absolutely. I could never fancy you as the enemy of anyone but yourself."
Bobby wasn't enjoying the drive, and there was a mile more of it—uphill, mostly.