The luckless suitcase smote the road dust and rolled into a grassy ditch.

The car sped on.

Lad, for the moment, was nearly happy.

If he were not able to dodge the show itself, at least he had gotten rid of the odious thing which held so much he detested and which was always an inseparable part of the ordeals he was taken to.
Arrived at the country club whose grounds had been fitted for the charity show, Lad was benched in the shade.

And there, all the rest of the morning, he remained.