"Wish us good luck, or fling a slipper, do, Cora, for we are going to elope!" Dexie laughingly exclaimed.
"Good luck, then, and with all my heart I wish it; but slippers are costly, and mine are new," was the laughing reply.
"What happy fortune takes you out of town this afternoon, Lancy?" said Dexie, a few minutes later. "Make it forty miles, instead of four, if you wish to earn my everlasting gratitude."
"Any other day, Dexie, I would feel like taking you at your word," and a look full of meaning flashed from his eyes, which she understood.
By and by they passed a fence that was covered with posters, and in the most conspicuous place Dexie saw the obnoxious handbills with their great, staring letters.
"Did you see that?" and Dexie flushed angrily, as she pointed at the announcement.
"Why, yes! and everybody is coming to the hall to hear you to-night."
"Are they, indeed!" drawing her head back stiffly. "Then they might save themselves the trouble, for they won't hear me."
"Dexie, you are not in earnest!" and Lancy tried to repress the hot words that rose to his lips. "You surely would not refuse to whistle after giving your word, and the posters all over the city?"