“No,” said Sayre, after a moment’s pause. “I’ll stay here. Not only because Emily told me to stay here till she came back, but because Pete will go with you, and if there has been an accident, which I don’t for a minute believe, you two can bring her home.”
“I’m going along,” cried Betty, and flinging a cape round her she stood by Pete Gibby.
Pennington rose to go, as a matter of course, and Betty’s quick sympathy sensed that he was as anxious about his wife as Rod was about Emily.
“They’re all right, you know, Mr. Pennington,” she smiled at him. “They’re together, I’m sure, and that makes it safe for both. I suppose Emily took a notion to run down to New York—”
“Betty! How absurd!” cried Aunt Judy. “Why should the child go to New York at seven o’clock at night?”
But the three men and
