"Then you won't have to keep father waiting." Susie gave up the sample.

Her face was no longer so bright and interested.
"Oh, drop it," cried Sam.

"Come in--both of you.

I'll telephone for Joe Andrews and we'll take a drive--or anything you like." He was looking at Susan.
"Can't do it," replied Susan.

"I promised Uncle George." "Oh, bother!" urged Sam.