“No! you are so cross to-day. I shall go and ride round here for a bit and then go home,” said Phyllis.
“Good-bye, then!”
“You are glad to get rid of me!”
“You say so.”
“You think so.”
Philip laughed—not very pleasantly.
Phyllis walked out of the bungalow with her small nose in the air, glancing back over her shoulder, however, to see if Philip had come to the window to call her back.
Not seeing him, she mounted her cycle and rode off.
After a little dallying, she took the road to Hastings.
She had ridden about half a mile when she came upon Dan, who was doing something to his cycle. Naturally she slowed up to ask him what was wrong.