"They? Who?"
"Glass."
Miss Blake turned indignantly upon Larry. "Do you mean to say Mr.
Speed can't go walking with me?"
"I never said nothing of the sort," declared the trainer. "He can go if he wants to."
"Just the same, I—oughtn't to do it. There is a strict routine— "
A lift of the brows and a courteous smile proclaimed Miss Blake's perfect indifference to the subject, just as Willie sauntered past the open window and spoke to Glass beneath his breath:
"Git her out!"
"I'm so sorry. May I show you a surprise I brought for you?" She unwrapped her parcel, and proudly displayed a pallid, anaemic cake garlanded with wild flowers.
Speed was honestly overcome. "For me?"
"For you. It isn't even cold yet, see! I made it before breakfast, and it looks even better than the one I baked at school!"