“I won my bet,” Adele laughed. “Major, I knew so well what you would say that I bet on it,” and then she explained the situation.
“Tedcastle ought to be spanked,” said the Major, in his high-keyed voice. “A girl who had not rather hear from home than spin around with him ought not to have a home. I'm going to mine rather early tonight. I came only to show the boys how to make my famous Kentucky punch.”
When the Major and Miss Ida Bishop had gone and left them together, Adele looked over the railing at the big clock in the office. “We have only a few minutes longer—if you are to take that train,” she said, regretfully.
“I never had as little interest in trains in my life,” he said. And he meant it.
“Not in the trains on our new road?” she laughed.
“They are too far ahead to interfere with my comfort,” he retorted. “This one is a steam nightmare.”
“I presume you really could not miss it?” Her long-lashed eyes were down.
He hesitated; the simple thought suggested by her thrilled him as he had never been thrilled before.
“Because,” she added, “it would be so nice to have you come out to-morrow afternoon to tea, about four.”
He drew out his watch and looked at it waveringly.