We shall have trouble enough as it is,
with the three of us in a cab."
"But it IS our cab," persisted Mary. "Why, there's Innocent's yellow
bag on the top of it."
"Stand aside," repeated Warner roughly. "And you, Mr. Moon,
please be so obliging as to move a moment. Come, come! the sooner
this ugly business is over the better--and how can we open the gate
if you will keep leaning on it?"
Michael Moon looked at his long lean forefinger, and seemed
to consider and reconsider this argument. "Yes," he said at last;
"but how can I lean on this gate if you keep on opening it?"
"Oh, get out of the way!" cried Warner, almost good-humouredly.
"You can lean on the gate any time."
"No," said Moon reflectively. "Seldom the time and the place
and the blue gate altogether; and it all depends whether you
come of an old country family. My ancestors leaned on gates
before any one had discovered how to open them."
"Michael!" cried Arthur Inglewood in a kind of agony, "are you going to get
out of the way?"
"Why, no; I think not," said Michael, after some meditation,
and swung himself slowly round, so that he confronted the company,
while still, in a lounging attitude, occupying the path.
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