given with a particularity that made Sam wonder. “Order my trap,” he finally directed.
Cresswell went out on the high-pillared porch until the trap appeared.
‚ÄúOh, Harry! I wanted to go in the trap‚ÅÝ‚Äîtake me?‚Äù coaxed his sister.
“Sorry, Sis, but I’m going the other way.”
“I don’t believe it,” said Miss Cresswell, easily, as she settled down to another chocolate. Cresswell did not take the trouble to reply.
Miss Taylor was on her morning walk when she saw him spinning down the road, and both expressed surprise and pleasure at the meeting.
“What a delightful morning!” said the schoolteacher, and the glow on her face said even more.
“I’m driving round through the old plantation,” he explained;