"By George, Mrs. Delancy, we are forgetting one important thing," said
Crosby. They were striding along swiftly arm in arm. "They'll discover
our flight, and the railway station will be just where they'll expect to
find us."
"Oh, confusion! We can't go to the station, can we?"
"We can, but we'll be captured with humiliating ease."
"I know what we can do. Scott Higgins is the tenant on my farm, and he
lives half a mile farther from town than Austin. We can turn back to his
place, but we will have to cut across one of Mr. Austin's fields."
"Charming. We can have the satisfaction of trampling on some of Mr.
Austin's early wheat crop. Right about, face! But, incidentally, what
are we to do after we get to Mr. Higgins's?" They were now scurrying
back over the ground they had just traversed.
"Oh, dear me, why should we think about troubles until we come to them?"
"I wasn't thinking about troubles. I'm thinking about something to eat."
"You are intensely unromantic. But Mrs. Higgins is awfully good. She
will give us eggs and cakes and milk and coffee and--everything.
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