Professor Hastings was smiling a little as he walked down the corridor. He wondered why Dr. Parkman cared anything about slaving for so senseless and unsatisfying a world.
He loved the doctor for his inconsistencies.
CHAPTER XXII
A BLIND MAN'S TWILIGHT
"Ready?"
"All ready."
"Then, one—two—three—we're off!" A laugh and a scamper and one grand rush down to the back fence. "You go too fast," she laughed, gasping for breath.
"And you're not steady. You jerk."
"But this was a fine straight row. I can steer it just right when you don't push too hard. Now—back."
They always had a great deal of fun cutting the grass. Ernestine used to wish the grass had to be cut every day.