Will you go ?" She turned that same quizzical smile upon the young man who was almost fat, and introduced him, curly hair and all, to Mr.Turner as Mr.
Hollis, who, it afterward transpired, was the heir to Hollis Creek Inn.
"I had just promised to play tennis with Mr.Hollis," Miss Stevens stated after the introduction had been properly acknowledged, "but I know he won't mind putting it off this time," and she handed him her tennis bat.
"Certainly not," said young Hollis with forcedly smiling politeness.
"Thank you, Mr.Hollis," said Sam promptly.

"Just jump right in, Miss Stevens." "How long shall we be gone ?" she asked as she settled herself in the tonneau.
"Oh, whatever you say.

A couple of hours, I presume." "All right, then," she said to young Hollis; "we'll have our game in the afternoon." "With pleasure," replied the other graciously, but he did not look it.
"Where shall we go ?" asked Sam as the driver looked back inquiringly.
"You know the country about here, I suppose." "I ought to," she laughed.

"Father's been ending the summer here ever since I was a little girl.

You might take us around Bald Hill," she suggested to the chauffeur.