Now, Winnie the nurse was in, and so it must be her Sunday out.

And, of course, Patty is home there with the baby,--she never leaves her if Winnie's away, but still--I feel as if I must go home to look after that child!" "Is that all?
Let's go, then.

We can walk back as well as to go on." "But,--don't laugh, now,--I feel we ought to hurry.

Let's take the trolley-car,--it isn't far to the line." "You sure have got a hunch! But your will is my law.

Wish we were near a garage,--I'm not a bit fond of Sunday trolley riding!" "I'm not either,--but, Phil, you're awful good not to laugh at me." "Bless your soul, I've no notion of laughing at you! Your presentiment may be the real thing,--for all I know.