"Try me," he said, under his breath. But she did not hear him.
"Come, Zippy, we must go home," she said, and extended a careless hand to Arthur Weston, as if to help him rise. He pretended not to see it.
("The next thing will be a wheeled chair!" he told himself, hotly.)
CHAPTER XIII
On the first of June Frederica transferred herself and a somewhat reluctant Flora from Payton Street to Lakeville.
"Flora thinks her beau won't go out there to see her," Miss Carter explained.
"Nonsense!" Fred said. "If he wants to see her he'll come, and if he doesn't want to see her she'd better find it out now." But she was not entirely unsympathetic, and told Flora there would be a piano in the cottage so that the music lessons could be continued—which raised the cloud a little.