takes a chance on a glance into them gray eyes of hers. I got a chill
too. It's only for a second, though. She was doing her best to look
cold and distant; but behind that I could spot a smile. So I changes
the programme.

"Say," says I, followin' her in and shuttin' the door, "wa'n't that kid
Gladys the limit, though?"

"Why," says she, givin' me the quizzin' stare, "I thought you had just
loads of fun coming up."

"Hearing which cruel words," says I, "our hero strode moodily into his
castle."

Vee snickers at that. "And locked the haughty maiden out in the cold,
I suppose?" says she.

"If it was you," says I, "I'd take the gate off the hinges."

"Silly!" says she. "Do you know, Gladys looked real sweet afterward."

"I'll bet the reform don't last, though," says I. "But that was a
great scheme of yours for persuadin' her to scrub off the stencil work.
There's so many of that kind nowadays, maybe the idea would be worth
copyrightin'. What do you think, Vee?"

Never mind the rest, though. We had a perfectly good ride back, and up
to date Aunty ain't wise to it.

Of course by next mornin' too Mr. Robert has forgot all about the