“Waldo drives me,” she replied, passing on; and it appeared to Gregory that she looked at him in the old way, without seeing him. But before she had reached the door an idea had occurred to her, for she turned.
“If you wish to drive me you may.”
Gregory went to look for Em, whom he found pouring out coffee in the back room. He put his hand quickly on her shoulder.
“You must ride with Waldo; I am going to drive your cousin home.”
“But I can’t come just now, Greg; I promised Tant Annie Muller to look after the things while she went to rest a little.”
“Well, you can come presently, can’t you? I didn’t say you were to come now. I’m sick of this thing,” said Gregory, turning sharply on his heel. “Why must I sit up the whole night because your stepmother chooses to get married?”
“Oh, it’s all right, Greg, I only meant—”
But he did not hear her, and a man had come up to have his cup filled.
An hour after Waldo came in to look for her, and found her still busy at the table.
“The horses are ready,” he said; “but if you would like to have one dance more I will wait.”