Vertrees could speak, "he brought me home!"
She let her cloak fall upon the bed, and, drawing an old red-velvet
rocking-chair forward, sat beside her mother after giving her a light
pat upon the shoulder and a hearty kiss upon the cheek.
"Mamma!" Mary exclaimed, when Mrs. Vertrees had expressed a hope that
she had enjoyed the evening and had not caught cold. "Why don't you
ask me?"
This inquiry obviously made her mother uncomfortable. "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.
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