"In the first place, I want some training-quarters."
"That's right, don't be a piker."
"And I want you to boost."
"I'm there! When do we begin?"
"Right away. Unpack my running-suit and rub some dirt on it—it's too new. I think I'll limber up, and let her get a look at the clothes."
"It's a bright idea; but don't let these animal-trainers see you run, or the stuff will be cold in a minute."
"Fine! We'll have secret practice! That suits me perfectly."
Speed laughed with joy.
From inside the house came the strains of Dearie, sung in a sympathetic tenor, and upon the conclusion Berkeley Fresno's voice inquiring:
"Miss Blake, did I ever tell you about the time I sang Dearie to the mayor's daughter in Walla Walla?"
Miss Blake appeared on the gallery with her musical admirer at her elbow.