"Here is the cab," said Jerry, desperately, as it rattled up.
"Do I have to ride two miles in that?" gasped Althea.
"Why not walk? The roads are not very muddy," Bobs said.
"Good-bye, Miss Morton," Jane remarked casually.
Althea nodded, in silence, but Bobs seized her hand and wrung it feverishly.
"Good-bye. You've given us all such a good time," she cried wickedly.
Jerry fairly pushed Althea into the surrey to cut short this painful interview. They rattled off down the road. Bobs did a war dance with whoops, which were plainly heard by the departing ones. Jane laughed.
"Bobs, you were wicked."
"How did this luck befall us, Jane?"
"I stood all I thought necessary from the lady, and then I rose and smote. I disliked doing it in my own house, but it had to be done. She got up in a rage and walked upstairs."