“I’ll go,” said Elsie.
“Good! Good for you, I mean,” said Druce.
“On one condition,” the girl went on.
“What do you mean?”
Elsie got up from her seat embarrassed. “It all depends,” she said.
“On what?” demanded Druce.
“On you, Martin.”
“Me?” Druce laughed uneasily.
“Yes,” said the girl walking close to him and looking him in the face. “There is only one way I can go to Chicago with you.”
“How’s that, girlie?” was Druce’s astonished question.