"Yes, I know," assented the young inventor.
"And so Mary is gone. How long is she going
to stay?"

"Oh, about two weeks. She wasn't quite
certain. It depends on the kind of a time she has,
I suppose."

"Yes, I suppose so," agreed Tom. "Well, if
you write before I do you might say I called,
Mrs. Nestor."

"I will, Tom. And I know Mary will be sorry
she wasn't here to take a ride with you; it's
such a nice day," and the lady smiled as she
looked at the speedy roadster.

"Maybe--maybe you'd like to come for a spin?"
asked Tom, half desperately.

"No, thank you. I'm too old to be jounced
around in one of those small cars."

"Nonsense! She rides as easily as a Pullman
sleeper."

"Well, I have to go to a Red Cross meeting,
anyhow, so I can't come, Tom. Thank you,
just the same."