His eyes fixed on Grace, he hesitated to complete the alternative.
“Or what?” she inquired.
“Follow Dick’s advice and send in my resignation.” As he spoke he thrust a hand into his breast pocket and drew forth a letter, sealed, addressed and stamped, all ready for the mail. “I really can’t quite make up my mind,” he added, dubiously.
“Let me help you,” said Grace with a gay smile as she extended her hand for the letter.
“How?” he asked.
“I’ll mail your resignation for you. We shall be riding home by La Siesta postoffice.”
“Oh, Grace!” murmured Merle in timid protest. “Think of the responsibility you are taking.”