Your brother wrote me that you were expected to arrive there yesterday evening, and I was dropping over to call on you right away this morning.

I see, however, that I was not quite prompt enough.
You're selfish, Mr.Turner.

You knew I was going over to Hollis Creek, and you might have invited me to ride in your machine." "You might have invited me to walk with you," retorted Sam.
"But you knew that I was coming and I didn't know that you even knew--" he paused abruptly and fixed a contemplative eye upon young Mr.Turner, who was now surveying the scenery and Mr.Princeman in calm enjoyment.
The arrival at this moment of a cloud of dust out of which evolved a lone horseman, and that horseman Billy Westlake, added a new angle to the situation, and for one fleeting moment the three men eyed one another in mutual sheepish guilt.
"Rather good sport, I call it, Miss Stevens," declared Billy, aware of a sudden increase in his estimation of Mr.Turner, and letting the cat completely out of the bag.

"Each of us was trying to steal a march on the rest, but Mr.Turner used the most businesslike method, and of course he won the race." "I'm flattered, I'm sure," said Miss Josephine demurely.

"I really feel that I ought to go right back to the house and be the belle of the ball; but it's impossible for an hour or so in this case," and she turned to her escort with the smile of mischief which she had worn the first time he saw her.