“You needn’t take me clear up to the school. You may drop me at what we call the cross roads.”
“Oh, I’ll get you back,” he protested.
From the moment they were headed for the school she talked feverishly, and thought wildly. How could she keep him from going to Hill Top? They had some trouble with the engine and while Wally tinkered with it, she sat with her eyes screwed shut, praying that something would happen to save her face.
“No extra tires and a balky engine. I’ll bounce that mechanic when I get back,” he grumbled, as they started off again.
The short spring day was beginning to fade, when Isabelle laid her hand on his arm.
“This is the cross roads. I get out here,” she said.
“I’ll run you up,” he answered, casually.
“But I’d rather walk, Wally. I need the exercise.”
As she was beginning to get out, he had to stop.
“What’s the plot?”