"Yes'm. He sure did. He'd oughta get the Carnegie medal for it."
"And the little girl?" said Pat, thrilled. "He saved her?"
The man shook a doleful head. "He shoved her out from under my wheels and she rolled right into a truck passin' the other way."
"Killed?"
He nodded, speechlessly.
Dee burst into laughter. She laughed and laughed and laughed.
CHAPTER XXVI
Never in all her career of coquetry had Pat devoted more careful planning than to her meeting with Cary Scott when he should return. At first sight of him all her elaborate campaign was dissipated in consternation.