20/28 "There isn't anybody has to have a doctor, I guess! What's the use our walkin' so fast ?" In truth, Penrod was not walking, for his shorter legs permitted no actual walking at such a speed; his gait was a half-trot. "Marg--ah--Miss Schofield, keep your head up and breathe through your nose. That's it! You'll find I was right in suggesting this. It's going to turn out gloriously! Now, let's make it a little faster." Margaret murmured inarticulately, for she would not waste her breath in a more coherent reply. Her cheeks were flushed; her eyes were brimming with the wind, but when she looked at Penrod, they were brimming with something more. |