"
"That's very kind of you. I'm sorry you took the trouble to return.
You have put yourself out considerably on my account, I'm afraid."
"Indeed, I have not. I enjoyed it myself--the ride, I mean
--er--that is, the first ride," and she laughed nervously. "I'm glad
we beat Sid. I fancy he acted as he did for revenge. But were you
successful?"
"Very much so, thanks to you."
"Well, if you want to ride back with me, I'll be very glad to have
you. I must get back in time for luncheon or mamma may worry."
"Well, we mustn't have that happen. I'll get right in," which he
did, after cranking up the car for her, for not always could she
stop it leaving a charge in one cylinder, so that it would start
from the seat.
"I'm very glad you got the place," went on Cora as she steered out
from among a tangle of other autos and carriages about the station.
"So am I. It means a great deal to me."
"And Sid was so disappointed. I could tell by his face, though he
pretended not to be. But that's why he--ran away with me--or,
rather, with my car."
"It would be difficult to understand all his reasons," declared Paul
with a smile. "He may have had another, equally weighty."
"You mean--"
Cora felt the warm blood mounting to her cheeks.
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