But the old hag
of yourn--"
"It's her eyes; the doctor must have scared her up again to-day. When
she gets scared like that about 'em she acts up so, honest, sometimes
I--I just wish I was dead. She don't think a girl oughtta have no life."
"Forget it. Just you wait. She's going to wake up some morning soon and
find a little surprise party for herself. I know just how to handle an
old bird like her."
"Sometimes she's just so good to me, and then again, when she gets sore
like to-night, and with her nagging and fussing at me, I don't care if
she is my aunt, I just _hate_ her."
"We're going to give her a little surprise party." Beneath the lap robe
his hand slid toward hers. She could feel the movement of the arm that
directed it and her own shrank away.
"But ain't I the limit, Jerry, airing my troubles to you, like you was a
policeman."
"Now, now--"
"Quit! Leggo my hand."
They were spinning noiselessly along a road that curved for the moment
away from the river into the velvet shadows of trees. He leaned forward
suddenly, enveloping her.
"I got it. Why don't you lemme kidnap you, kiddo?"
"What--"
"Lemme kidnap you to-night and give the old hag the surprise of her life
when she wakes up and finds you stolen.
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