"Oh, Neal, I'm so glad to see you! Get in quickly, and we'll go back as fast as we can. Of course I came, but we mustn't lose a minute on account of Edith. Hurry!"
"What do you mean? I'm not going back with you."
"Not going back? Why, Neal, of course you are."
"Not by a long shot. Did you think I would ever go back there?"
"Neal!"
Cynthia's voice trembled. The color rose in her face and her eyes filled with tears.
"Neal, you can't really mean it?"
"Of course I do."
"Then why did you send for me?"
"Because I wanted to see you. There, don't look as if you were going to cry, Cynthia. I hate girls that cry, and you never were that sort. I'll be sorry I sent for you if you do."