Ben, then, pricked his ears and showed entire willingness to depart.
Tim, after convincing himself that he wasn't drunk and "seeing
things," climbed up on the "box"; the two girls, "naturally covered
with confusion," were only too glad to sink down unobtrusively into
the back seat. Not till they were at the sanitarium again, did they
remember the undelivered invitations; but quickly they agreed to put
on stamps and let Tim take them, without empressement, to the Post
Office.
All afternoon Missy burned and chilled in turn. Oh, it was too
dreadful! What would people say? What would her parents, should they
hear, do? And what, oh what would the interesting-looking Stranger
think? Oh, what a contretemps!
If she could have heard what the Stranger actually did say, she
would still have been "covered with confusion"--though of a more
pleasurable kind. He and Raymond were become familiar acquaintances
by this time. "What's the matter with 'em?" he had inquired as the
steed Ben turkey-trotted away. "Doing it on a bet or something?"
"Dunno," replied Raymond. "The blonde one's sort of bughouse,
anyway.
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