And you ought to stay in. It is very stormy, and that long
walk--"
"Oh, nonsense, a little cough like this! You are dead tired yourself;
you stay at home to-night, and Baldwin and I will go. You really ought
to, Carol, you are on the jump every minute. Won't you?"
"Most certainly not. I haven't a cold, have I? Maybe you want to keep
me away so you can flirt with some of the Hollowers while I am out of
sight. Absolutely vetoed. I go."
"Please, Carol,--won't you? Because I ask it?"
She snuggled up to him at that and said: "It's too lonesome, Davie, and
I have to go to remind you of your rubbers, and to muffle up your
throat. But--"
The ring of the telephone disturbed them, and she ran to answer.
"Mr. Baldwin?--Yes--Oh, that is nice of you. I've been trying to coax
him to stay home myself. David, Mr. Baldwin thinks you should not go
out to-night, with such a cold, and he will take the meeting, and--oh,
please, honey."
David took the receiver from her hand.
"Thanks very much, Mr. Baldwin, that is mighty kind of you, but I feel
fine to-night.--Oh, sure, just a little cold. Yes, of course. Come
and go with us, won't you? Yes, be here about seven. Better make it a
quarter earlier, it's bad walking to-night.
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