"Where did you drop from?" he repeated. "I've been hanging around for a week, looking for you." "For _me_?" She was surprised. "Why, what for?" "Say," he broke out. "That was a mean trick you played. I was mad clean through at first. What did you run off that way for? What was the game?" "Previous engagement," she replied primly. "Previous engagement! Well, you haven't any previous engagement now, have you? Because, if you have, get in, and I'll waft you to it." "Oh, I wouldn't think of it!" she said. He opened the door to the car and sprang out beside her. "Come, get in," he urged. "I'll take you anywhere you're going. I'd be delighted." "Why," she exclaimed, "we haven't been introduced. How do I know who you are?" She was a well brought-up young person, you see. "I'll tell you who I am fast enough. Glad to. Get in, and we will run up to the Club and get introduced, if that's what you want." "Oh, it isn't!" she assured him. "I just prefer to walk--that's all. Thank you very much." "Well, walk then. But you don't give me the slip this time, young lady. Savvy that? Walk, and I'll come along behind on low speed." She contemplated the situation for a moment, looking away across fields and green pastures. Then she glanced down at Dandy. Her name in full appeared staring at her from the nickel plate of the dog's collar. She smiled. "I'll tell you what you can do," she said brightly. "I'd be so grateful! My little dog has had an accident, you see, and if you would be so kind--I hate to ask so much of a stranger--it seems a great deal--but if you would leave him at the veterinary's, Dr. Jenkins, just behind the Court House! He's so heavy! I'd be awfully grateful." "No, you don't," replied Mr. Sewall. "No more of those scarf games on me! Sorry. But I'm not so easy as all that!" The girl shifted her dog to her other arm. "He weighs fifteen pounds," she remarked. And then abruptly for no apparent reason Mr. Sewall inquired: "Is it yours? Your own? The dog, I mean?" "My own?" she repeated. "Why do you ask?" Innocence was stamped upon her. For nothing in the world would she have glanced down upon the collar. "Oh, nothing--nice little rat, that's all. And I'm game. Stuff him in, if you want. I'll deliver him to your vet." "You will? Really? Why, how kind you are! I do appreciate it. You mean it?" "Of course I do. Stuff him in. Delighted to be of any little service. Come on, Towzer. Make it clear to your little pet, pray, before starting that I'm no abductor. Good-by--and say," he added, as the car began to purr, "Say, please remember you aren't the only clever little guy in the world, Miss Who-ever-you-are!" "Why, what do you mean?" She looked abused. "That's all right. Good-by." And off he sped down the road. Miss "Who-ever-you-are" walked the three miles home slowly, smiling almost all the way. When she arrived, there was a huge box of flowers waiting on the hall-table directed to: