CHAPTER XV.
DEBBY BEASLEY TO THE RESCUE "Mrs.Bangs," said the schoolmistress, as if it was the most casual thing in the world, "I want to borrow your husband to-morrow." It was Friday evening, and supper at the perfect boarding house had advanced as far as the stewed prunes and fruit-cake stage.

Keturah, who was carefully dealing out the prunes, exactly four to each saucer, stopped short, spoon in air, and gazed at Miss Dawes.
"You--you want to WHAT ?" she asked.
"I want to borrow your husband.

I want him all day, too, because I'm thinking of driving over to Trumet, and I need a coachman.

You'll go, won't you, Mr.Bangs ?" Bailey, who had been considering the advisability of asking for a second cup of tea, brightened up and looked pleased.
"Why, yes," he answered, "I'll go.

I can go just as well as not.