"You're pretty cool, to go off this way when I'm going with you."
"And you are very cool, to come when you are not invited," said Edith, wrathfully, as Neal climbed into the carriage without waiting for her to stop.
"I know. It's pleasant to be cool on such a hot day as this."
"Where is your hat?"
"I'm under the impression it is on the hall table; but no, it may be in my room. On second thoughts, it is probably in the cellar. In fact—"
"Oh, hush!" said Edith, laughing involuntarily. "Where are you going in this plight?"
"To see Miss Gertrude Morgan."
"Indeed you are not. I have no intention of driving to Brenton with a hatless boy."
"'Then we'll go to the woods,' says this pig"; and seizing the reins, he turned, abruptly, as they reached the gate of Oakleigh, into a rocky, hilly lane that led up through the woods.
"Now, isn't this jolly?" said he, leaning back in his corner of the buggy. "Just the place for a hot day."