“Oh, if you want to put it that way. I suppose you are hinting that I can keep away a crow or two——”
“I’m not hinting, I am telling it straight out.”
They heard Baldy’s step in the hall. Jane, rising, gave Evans’ head a pat as she passed him. “You are thinking about yourself too much, old dear; stop it.”
Baldy, ramping in, demanded a detailed account of Jane’s adventure.
“And I took Briggs to market,” she told him gleefully, midway of her recital; “you should have seen him. He carried my parcels—and offered advice——”
Baldy had no ears for Briggs’ attractions. “Did you get the things Miss Towne wanted?”
“We did. We went to the house and I waited in the car while Mr. Towne had the bags packed. He wanted me to go in but I wouldn’t. We brought her bags out with us.”
“Mr. Towne and I, myself,” she added the spectacular details.
“Do you mean that you’ve been playing around with him all day?”