The dog looked on in sour disgust.
"They cannot be wrong," she cried at last. Her eyes were sparkling. "You
are as good as an angel."
"I only regret that I can't complete the illusion by unfolding a strong
and convenient pair of wings," he said dolorously. "How are we to catch
that train for Chicago?"
"I'm afraid we can't," she said demurely. "You'll miss the box party."
"That's a pleasure easily sacrificed."
"Besides, you are seeing me on business. Pleasure should never interfere
with business, you know."
"It doesn't seem to," he said, and the dog saw them smile tranquilly
into each other's eyes.
"Oh, isn't this too funny for words?" He looked very grateful.
"I wonder when Austin will condescend to release us."
"I have come to a decision, Mr. Crosby," she said irrelevantly.
"Indeed?"
"I shall never speak to Robert Austin again, and I'll never enter his
house as long as I live," she announced determinedly.
"Good! But you forget your personal effects. They are in his house." He
was overflowing with happiness.
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