Sanderson," Betty supplied.
"Yes, that's it. Isn't this about the place where you found her?"
"Goodness, no," put in Amy. "It was on this road, but we were miles out of
town."
"Will, I'd love you all the rest of my life if you'd only find that
motorcyclist and have him punished," said Betty fervently. "It makes me
wild when I think how easily he got away from us--"
"Never mind that," interrupted Will, his eyes twinkling. "All I want is to
have you repeat the first part of your speech. What was that about loving
me all the rest of my life?"
"Say, what's the idea?" demanded Allen suddenly, having been engrossed in
a little dream all his own. "What kind of rash promises are you asking
Betty to make?"
"Well, I would," contended Betty stoutly, adding with a twinkle: "Like a
sister."
"Oh," said Will, turning disappointedly away. "If that's all you have to
offer me--"
"But I've got lots more than that," Betty assured him quickly. "Why, Will,
if you're real good, I may even give you an extra piece of cake."
"Well, now, that's different again," cried Will, his interest rekindling.
"Will," remonstrated Grace plaintively, "I'm surprised at you. You are
really getting shockingly material."
"Getting!" interjected Frank, with a grin.
"Go on, Betty, never mind this vulgar rabble--with apologies to you, sweet
sister," as Grace shot an indignant glance at him. "You were saying that
if I found this motorcyclist you'd give me an extra piece of cake, or
words to that effect.
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