much more than either stock-certificates or jewelry was a good spanking. But I was denied the luxury of telling her so.
"Need them where?" I inquired, forcing myself to a quietness of tone I found hard to command.
"When we ran away."
Her face was quite serious when she said this. She even glanced over at me a little pityingly, as though I had proved rather denser than she had hoped for.
"But why did you hide those things away in a wall-safe?"
"To keep Wendy from knowing!" was her listless answer.
"From knowing what?"
"That Michael and I are going to run away!"
"Are you?" I asked, as sober as a judge.
"Michael is coming out here for me this afternoon," she announced.
"What for?" I asked.
"To marry me!" she coolly explained.
"To marry you, of course," I meditatively repeated. I tried to appear as unconcerned as possible as I got up from my chair. "Then it may interest you," I quietly suggested, "to know just who brought me out to this house."
