“Sure,” agreed Walker, backing away from the door.
“Much obliged,” said Dolph. “Good—good morning.”
“Good afternoon,” replied the girl. “If it is very important, I can give you his address in New York.”
“Oh, no, thank you,” said Prentiss. “It—it isn’t that important. It was only about——”
“About some business,” said Dolph helpfully. “We’ll come again after he returns. Good mor—good afternoon.”
The door closed and the boys returned to the carriage.
“Wasn’t she pretty?” demanded Dolph, as they climbed back to their seats.
“Stunning!” agreed Prentiss. “I don’t see, though, why it was necessary for you to break in every time I tried to talk to her.”
“Dolph was trying to make a hit,” said Walker. Dolph stroked an imaginary mustache and smiled engagingly.