"No."
"Well," said the elder lady, forcibly, "I call it ridiculous, coming home from Europe on a bicycle! I don't see when she learned, either. I thought she had been giving her mother mud baths, and all that sort of thing, and being devoted and—and what not."
"As for that," responded Carolyn, "I don't know but Prue would be able to learn to ride a wheel in a mud bath itself."
"Bully for Prue!" cried Leander.
"My son!" said his mother, at which he grinned, but kindly refrained from repeating the remark.
Carolyn had risen from the table. She held the message crumpled in her hand.
"Sha'n't you meet her anyway?"
"How can I if I send my wheel?—but I have an idea that she doesn't care. I don't precisely know what she does mean, so I shall wait."
"I sha'n't wait," suddenly announced Leander. "I shall spin down there myself."
"And when is Rodney coming back, did you say?"