THE RUNAWAY ROAD
"Wouldn't you rather leave things just as they are?" he asked.
"NO!" The Girl stamped her foot vehemently. "NO! I want everything. I want the whole adventure."
"The whole adventure?" The Youngish Man winced at the phrase, and then laughed to cover his seriousness.
"All right," he acquiesced. "I'll show you just where the Runaway Road goes to."
Without further explanation he stepped to the dooryard and scooped up two heaping handfuls of gravel from the Road. As he came back into the room he trailed a little line of earth across the floor to the foot of the stairs, and threw the re maining handful up the steps just as a heedless child might have done.
"Go follow your Runaway Road," he smiled, "and see where it leads to, if you are so eager! I'm going down to the woods to see if my brother is quite lost in his clouds."
Was n't that another dare? It seemed a craven thing to tease for a climax and then shirk it. She had never shirked anything yet that was right, no matter how unusual it was.
She started for the stairs. One step, two steps. three steps, four steps—her riding-boots grated on
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