"I think
it's one of the funniest things that ever happened. Talk about
Nemesis--if ever a punishment fitted the crime, this does!"
Joy sighed relievedly. At least, he wasn't being angry about it, and
he might very well have been. She glanced out the window, which,
like the windows of most New England cars in summer, had evidently
been closed ever since John Hancock died, and glued in place. Then
suddenly the thing struck her as funny, too. They were in for it,
and by their own act. She began to laugh with him, quite forgetting
that she had more explanations before her, and as a really honorable
girl had no alternative but going back to Grandmother with her sins
on her head.
"Oh, it _is_ ridiculous," she gasped. "I feel as if I'd
kidnapped you and couldn't dispose of you.... We really must stop
laughing, or the others will come down on us to know what we're
laughing at."
"You won't be able to dispose of me till the visit's over, at any
rate," John answered her, sobering a little. "My mother and your
grandmother have settled that for us effectually."
Joy sat bolt upright and faced him.
"You mean you're going to let it go on?"
"Why, of course I'm going to let it go on," said he
matter-of-factly. "What else can we do about it?"
Joy's heart gave a spring of happiness. She wouldn't miss her visit,
after all!
"We can find out that we don't like each other, and break off the day
you go home.
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