"I could have left you there for a while."
"No you couldn't!" she said. "And I couldn't have driven off Jerry and left you—though that would have been better."
"You could have driven me off. What was the other reason?"
"The other reason isn't really worth your hearing. Don't you think this afternoon is too pretty to spoil with bad reasons?"—she said with gentle eyes, half fun, half confession.
"Entirely. Faith—I think you would bear the ride better if you had a sort of afternoon lunch,—shall we stop at Miss Bezac's for a glass of milk?"
"Oh no!"—she said hastily. "Oh no, Endecott! I don't want anything but to ride."
"And to hide—" said Mr. Linden laughingly. "Another bad reason, Faith?"
She gave him a little blushing look, very frank and happy, that also bore homage to his penetration.
"Stop anywhere you please, Endy," she said honestly. "I was very glad you came to Mr. Simlins'."
"Would you rather get it from Mrs. Davids?" he inquired demurely.