I saw Tom stareing at
him banefully, but I took no notice, merely getting out and
kicking the tires to see if air enough in them. I then got in
and drove away.
The Stranger looked excited, and did not mention the
weather as customery. But at last he said:
"Somehow I gather, Little Sister, that you know a lot of
things you do not talk about."
"I do not care to be adressed as `Little Sister,'" I said
in an icy tone. "As for talking, I do not interfere with what is
not my concern."
"Good," he observed." And I take it that, when you find an
overcoat or any such garment, you do not exhibit it to the
Familey, but put it away in some secluded nook. Eh, what?"
"No one has seen it. It is in the Car now, under that rug."
He turned and looked at me intently.
"Do you know," he observed, "my admiration for you is
posatively beyond words!"
"Then don't talk," I said, feeling still anguished by Tom's
conduct and not caring much just then about the reward or any
such mundane matters.
"But I _must_ talk," he replied. "I have a little plan,
which I darsay you have guest.
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