with an air of finality, and gathering his reins together made a feint of starting.
"Peter!" Nora called from the kitchen window. "Where is it ye 're goin'? Wait for Annie."
"Annie?" Peter looked as if he had never heard the name before.
"Yes, Annie. Did ye think ye was to cook the supper yerself?"
"I did n't think nothin'," said Peter. "Me orders was to stop for the lunch at five o'clock, an' I done it. If she wants to come along she 'll have to sit on the back seat. I ain't a goin' to change these baskets again."
Annie appeared in the doorway in time to hear this ungracious speech; she clambered up to the somewhat uncomfortable footman's seat in silence, and they drove off back to back, as stiff as twin ramrods.
The cart rolled along over the smooth roads, past country clubs and summer cottages, and the only sign either of the two gave of being
