“Sister of Budge Leffingwell, the Princeton half-back?”
“No. Cousin.”
“I knew Old Man Chance had a happy coincidence up his sleeve somewhere,” he declared with profound and joyous conviction.
“Are you a friend of Budge’s?”
“Friend doesn’t half express it! He made the touchdown that won me a clean hundred last season. Outside of that I wouldn’t know him from Henry Ford. You see how Fate binds us together.”
“Will you tell me one thing, please?” pleaded Anne Leffingwell desperately. “Have you ever been examined for this sort of thing?”
“Not yet. But then, you see, I’m only a beginner. This is my first attempt. I’ll get better as I go on.”
“Will you please crank my car?” requested Anne Leffingwell faintly.
Not until they reached Our Square did they speak again.