"Run in the back way, will you, Ted?" he requested. "I
want to do a bit of work on the car while you're in."
So while Ted dashed up through the garden to the back of the house
Richard got out and unscrewed a nut or two, which he screwed again into
place without having accomplished anything visible to the eye, and was
replacing his wrench when the boy returned.
"This is jolly," Ted declared. "I'll bet Rob envies me. This is her
Wednesday off from teaching, and she was just going for a walk. She
wanted me to go with her, but of course she let me go with you instead.
I--I suppose I could ride on the running board and let you take her if
you want to," he proposed with some reluctance.
"I'd like nothing better, but she wouldn't go."
"Maybe not. Perhaps Mr. Westcott is coming for her. They walk a lot
together."
"I thought Mr. Westcott practised law with consuming zeal."
"With what? Anyhow, he's here a lot this spring. About every Wednesday,
I think. I say, this is a bully car! If I were Rob I'd a lot rather ride
with you than go walking with old Westcott--especially when it's so
warm."
"I'm afraid," said Richard soberly, "that walking in the woods in May
has its advantages over bowling along the main highway in any kind of a
car.
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