"Oh!" cried Lillian, springing to her feet as she watched the dumb-show
at the distance. "They want Archie to go to drive. Oh, how can I make
them hear me? I am sure Ned will not take him without permission."
She waved her hand, but the distance was obviously too great for the
signal to be understood, and Briscoe's attitude was doubtful and
perplexed. There was no time to be lost, for it was growing late, and a
postponement, as far as Archie was concerned, seemed inevitable.
"Oh, the poor little fellow will be so disappointed! The mare will be off
before I can make them understand."
"Wait," said Bayne authoritatively. He sprang upon the bench, and in this
commanding position placed both hands megaphone-like to his lips, and as
Archie came running along the veranda again, having descried his mother
in the distance, and with outstretched arms bleating forth his eager,
unheard appeal, Bayne shouted, his voice clear as a trumpet, "Yes, you
_may go_!"
Not until he was once more on the floor of the observatory did he realize
the form of the permission, and what relish its assumption of authority
must give the matchmaking Mrs.
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