"I don't--" she faltered.

"Ask you what, Mary ?" "How I got along and what he's like." "Mary!" "Oh, it isn't distressing!" said Mary.

"And I got along so fast--" She broke off to laugh; continuing then, "But that's the way I went at it, of course.

We ARE in a hurry, aren't we ?" "I don't know what you mean," Mrs.Vertrees insisted, shaking her head plaintively.
"Yes," said Mary, "I'm going out in his car with him to-morrow afternoon, and to the theater the next night--but I stopped it there.
You see, after you give the first push, you must leave it to them while YOU pretend to run away!" "My dear, I don't know what to--" "What to make of anything!" Mary finished for her.

"So that's all right! Now I'll tell you all about it.