He was about to cross the street to the stable when he saw Harriet come out of the hotel and trip along the sidewalk towards the store. She wore no hat or bonnet, but held a handkerchief over her head to protect her face from the sun. He was sure she saw him, but she did not show any sign of recognition. He kept on his way, but when she had disappeared in the store he hesitated, then stopped, recrossed the street, and turned into the store after her. She was standing on the grocery side, tapping the counter with a coin. Martin Worthy was behind the counter, weighing a package of soda for her. She flushed red and then paled a little as Westerfelt entered and held out his hand.
"It's a pretty day," he said. "I'd like to take you to drive after dinner, if you will go with me. I hated like smoke to miss that ride yesterday."
She shook hands with him and then turned to Worthy, who was tying the package with a piece of twine drawn from a ball in a holder at the ceiling. Westerfelt was afraid she was going to ignore his invitation wholly, but she looked round presently and smiled faintly.
"I shall be glad to go," she answered. "Any one else going?"
"No; that is, not that I know of."
She leaned over to give Worthy the money, and waited for the change without glancing again at Westerfelt.
She took her parcel and started to leave. "Then I shall come about two o'clock?" he said, going with her to the door.
She nodded. "Very well; I'll be ready," and he stood aside for her to pass.
She walked briskly back to the hotel and into the kitchen, where her mother was at work.
"Did you get it?" Mrs. Floyd asked.