"Nothing at all.

But, by the way, it seems a pity for you to be missing the fine weather.

I wonder if I could persuade you to take a little walk ?" Margaret, somewhat to the surprise of both the gentlemen present, looked uncertain.
"I don't know," she said.
Mr.Blakely saw that she missed his point.
"One can talk better in the open, don't you think ?" he urged, with a significant glance toward Penrod.
Margaret also glanced keenly at Penrod.

"Well, perhaps." And then, "I'll get my hat," she said.
Penrod was on his feet before she left the room.

He stretched himself.
"I'll get mine, too," he said.
But he carefully went to find it in a direction different from that taken by his sister, and he joined her and her escort not till they were at the front door, whither Mr.Blakely--with a last flickering of hope had urged a flight in haste.
"I been thinkin' of takin' a walk, all afternoon," said Penrod pompously.