"I don't like to go to boarding-houses and wait," he replied, smiling. "I have a prejudice against boarding-houses, although I have no doubt that Mrs. Stump's is an excellent house. And my going there might excite some comment."
"Is it your idea," Sally retorted quickly, "that your waiting on the next corner will not excite comment? There has been too much comment already."
"Well, Sally, what if there has been a certain amount of it? We don't care, do we?"
"I am not sure that we don't," she answered slowly, looking him in the face thoughtfully. "I am not sure. In fact, I think we do."
He flushed a little under her direct gaze. That subject was not to be pursued.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I am going for a walk," she replied; "for a long walk. And I—"
"Then you'd better ride," he said quickly, interrupting her. "I can get Sawny in five minutes. Where will you be?"
"No," Sally spoke earnestly. "Don't. I'd rather not. I prefer to walk. And, Everett, I'd rather you wouldn't go with me. I want to take this walk alone."
Everett was surprised. It was rather a shock to find that he wasn't wanted.