been tempted by the "short cut," to have her sit and mope beside him!
She began to hum an air softly to herself—and then laughingly sang a bar or two aloud.
Thornton shot a quick, appreciative glance at her and nodded, joining in the laugh.
"By Jove!" he said approvingly. "That sounds good to me. I was afraid this beastly stretch, bumping and crawling along in the dark, was making you miserable."
"Miserable!" exclaimed Helena. "Why, the idea! What is there to be miserable about? We'll get through after a while—and the road's better now than it was anyhow, isn't it?"
"Better?"
"You're running faster."
"Oh—er—yes, of course," said Thornton -quickly. "I wasn't thinking of what I said. I—"
He stopped suddenly, as Helena lifted her hand to her face.
"Why, it's beginning to rain," she said.
"Yes; I'm afraid so," he admitted. "I was hoping we would get out of here before it came."
"Oh!" said Helena.
"And the worst of it is," he added hurriedly, "there's no top to the car, and you've no wraps."
"Perhaps it won't be anything more than a shower," said Helena hopefully.
"Perhaps not," he agreed. "Anyway"—he stopped the car, and took off his coat—"put this on."
