With difficulty I kept my eyes on the road; but I protested
vigorously.

"Don't think I have been spying," said Polly; "I found you out
quite by accident. Yesterday a young man I know asked me to
persuade you to turn in your Phoenix and let him sell you one of
the new model. I said you yourself were the agent for the Phoenix,
and he said that, on the contrary, HE was, and that you had no
right to sell the car in his TERRITORY." I grinned guiltily and
said:

Well, I HAVEN'T sold any, have I?"

That is not the point," protested Polly. "What was your reason for
telling me you were trying to earn a living selling automobiles?"

"So that I could take you driving in one," I answered.

"Oh!" exclaimed Polly.

There was a pause during which in much inward trepidation I avoided
meeting her eyes. Then Polly added thoughtfully, "I think that was
a very good reason."

In our many talks the name of the Fletcher Farrells had never been
mentioned. I had been most careful to avoid it. As each day passed,
and their return imminent, and in consequence my need to fly grew
more near, and the name was still unspoken, I was proportionately
grateful. But when the name did come up I had reason to be pleased,
for Polly spoke it with approval, and it was not of the owner of