“Oh, I can’t do that. But wait a minute. I can get the money.”
He hurried out, going quickly to the corner. Here he stopped, sounding a signal. Chick and Patsy, hearing it, went quickly to the corner.
As they came up, Mr. Cary said:
“Follow when I come out of the real estate office.”
He went back, handing to the Brown Robin twenty-five dollars.
Finishing her business, she went out, followed by Mr. Cary. On the sidewalk she said:
“Now, Papa Cary, you must leave me. But you must come promptly when I send for you. Perhaps it will be to-morrow. Our fun is only beginning.”
She asked Mr. Cary to stop a Lexington Avenue car for her and got aboard it when it came, bidding the elderly gentleman good-by at the car, very sweetly.
Mr. Cary, regaining the sidewalk, turned the corner, walking down Fourth Avenue to Twenty-second Street.
There he stopped, waiting for Chick and Patsy to come apace, and, when they did, he said: