"I know her when I see her," I said; "I never spoke to her."
"She's in the tennis court over there—or she said she'd be," he went on. "Would you mind telling her that her brother has been sitting here like an image for thirty-six minutes—up to now? And that in five minutes he won't be here any more?"
"Oh," I says, "Miss Massy! She went up to Mann Hall to rehearse, half an hour ago. They never get through till dinner time."
"Gad!" he said; "it takes a man's sister to put him in his true light." He done something to the car, and then looked at me. "Would—would you care to come for a little spin?" he asked.
"Would you care to come for a little spin?"
"I'd care like everything," I says; "but I can't go."
"No?" he says. "Yes, you can!"
"I'm not going," I says. "Thanks, though."