Many turned to look at him with curiosity, some smiled, but the Cosmic souls rarely allowed themselves to be surprised at anything, however peculiar.
As they passed Sam Blaney, Patty noticed that he stood, leaning against the wall, his arms folded, and a strange expression on his face,--half defiant, half afraid.
Farnsworth carried Patty down the stairs and out of the house, and placed her with care, but a bit unceremoniously, in the tonneau of a waiting motor-car.

He jumped in beside her, and pulled the lap robe over her.

The car started at once, and was well under way by the time Patty found voice enough to express her indignation.
"You--perfectly--horrid--old--thing!" she gasped, almost crying from sheer surprise and anger.
"Yes ?" he said, and she detected laughter in his tone, which made her angrier than ever.
"I hate you!" she burst forth.
"Do you, dear ?" and Farnsworth rearranged the rug to protect her more fully.
There was such gentleness in his touch, such tenderness in his voice, that Patty's anger melted to plain curiosity.
"Why did you do that ?" she demanded.

"Why did you bring me away in such--such caveman fashion ?" Farnsworth smiled.

"It was a caveman performance, wasn't it?
But you wouldn't come willingly." "Of course I wouldn't! Why should I ?" "For three very good reasons." Farnsworth spoke, gravely.